Testo Itself - Veeze

Testo della canzone Itself (Veeze), tratta dall'album Navy Wavy

Ain't gon' scale itself
They bows ain't gon'-
(Bows ain't gon' mail it)
Ay, this dope ain't gon' scale itself
Them bows ain't gon' mail they self, nigga (brave)
You know I gotta get this wealth
I put a line on the table, tell that bitch it ain't gon' sniff itself
I thought you had these bricks for sale
I pull up on the block, them niggas said you ain't got shit for sale
These hoes ain't gon' pimp they self
You're hangin' with a snitch, nigga, you know you're a snitch as well
I ain't gon' tell on myself
The bitches tellin' me to write a statement, I said, "Go to hell"
Bitch, I'd rather go to jail
I'd rather pop a bar and wake up inside the holdin' cell
This clip ain't gon' load itself
I'ma pull up on your block, nigga, this bitch ain't gon' blow itself
I put my foot on the food, it ain't gon' step itself
Put my hood on my back, it ain't gon' rep itself
I can't be cuffin' on these hoes, I can't harm myself
I ain't waitin', get the IDs to scam myself
Nigga I got these pieces, they ain't gon' jam themselves
Let's hit the road, nigga, these stores ain't gon' scam themselves
These strips ain't gon' pop they self
Here is her goin' off, nigga, let's see who scrape the pot the best
Let's see who beat the block the best
You know Veeze, he's the lil' GOAT, they say his pops the best
I'm on the road, she gotta fuck herself
Tell Nutty grab another 400 off the fuckin' shelf
Tell the cops that I don't know myself
Make another ten before we head home, is what I told myself
I ain't bad, I'm just gettin' Visas
Have Mas pop your top, give me no reasons
Man, my closet lookin' like the last three seasons
Gave me brain all day, I called the bitch genius
A hundred 90s off 200, I gotta thank Jesus
I paid a dollar 98 for every two pieces
I paid cash for the whip, I don't do leases
Nigga, why you in your feelings 'cause your bitch creepin'? (Mm)
Yo, I made it happen all by myself
Man, I put niggas on even though they ain't helped themselves
Damn right, I'm startin' to feel myself
Man, grab a Pyrex, man, that dope ain't gon' whip itself
Where I'm from, it's every man for self
I'ma be the one to push it, man, that - ain't gon' push itself
I make niggas wanna kill themselves
My bitch brought her homegirl, I fucked 'em both, she wasn't gon' fuck herself
I lost my mans, she don't know how I felt
Man, grab a pop from the store, that Lean ain't gon' sip itself
Pants they sag, could never rock a belt
I slap them spots overnight 'cause them spots wasn't gon' rock themselves



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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Karon Vantrees
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