Testo L.O.A.T - Veeze
Testo della canzone L.O.A.T (Veeze), tratta dall'album L.O.A.T
Ready like fifth grade, though, right?
(I'm broke, baby, wait)
(I'm broke, baby, wait) that's it, maybe you're probably in the gang, gang
Ready good, man, can't be fucked with boys
Went to the club to get some food, blew like ten bands (blew like ten)
It ain't that hard to choose a side, I ain't y'all niggas friends (gang, gang)
I quit drugs like every day, tomorrow, I'ma try again
I showed her the racks, but that was just bait
Look at how I'm reelin' her in (come on, I keep that)
Get on a headstand for money, dance, open your legs (pop that shit)
Last 80 bands, KAPITAL pants, I had to wiggle it in
Servin' these bags, who is your mans? You know I'm duckin' the task
Spin his block, open the van door, he's shittin' his pants
I'm 'bout to throw a temper tantrum, you know I'm spoiled as hell (spoiled as hell)
I'm 'bout to go no baby bottle, I'ma just pour it right in (dirty)
I'm tryna make her cut me off, told her I'm broke as hell (I'm broke)
I like the bitches that cater to me, shit, like Kelly, Michelle
Sippin' codeine, bloody steaks, we're mobbin' now (eh)
And my prices lower than all y'all, I'm comping with Walmart (ay)
Just in case nigga wanna step like police do, they're layin' the law down (pop)
Cut my lights off, whip my chain out, like Iron Man in the house
Soon as I found out money never sleep, I'm takin' my bed out the house
I got two thick bitches wrestling me, it's WWF in the house (ah, bitch)
I had to tell that lil' bitch, "Suck it, suck it", I went DX on a ho
You can go shop inside my closet, nigga
It's better than Neiman's store, nigga (I got you)
Once you go get you a bankroll, it's better than fuckin' a ho, yeah
Buddy the lamest of all time, I'm callin' that nigga the L.O.A.T (whoa)
You better stop doin' that pocket watchin', keep a good eye on your hoe
I'm rockin' some runway clothes in the trenches, look like I don't even belong
This shit ain't gon' be in the store, lil' nigga, you cheap and broke
Your bitch a lil' freak and her throat (uh), it's platinum, a million sold (ahh, you know)
My stash keep havin' these growth spurts, it's startin' to make me feel old (ahh)
My heart may never get warm again, it dropped to zero below (fuck)
I'm fuckin' that bitch from the back in the shower, look like she's droppin' the soap
I pour up the drank with the floor seats and scream out a play to the coach
These niggas ain't know I'm a boss for real, they see me, stop playin' they song
We walk in the club with a gun store, your hip got patted on, nigga
The bitch below my standards, she gotta give lil' twin some head
'Cause she fucked my gang, nigga, we all can pay the rent (bitch)
I just got back from space, girl, stop askin' me where I have been (I'm back)
Lil' brodie came through with a broomstick, that nigga the Wicked Witch (bop)
You know I'm the one you style from, I'm really the favorite twin
I gave her a hoodie, it's one of one, I'm lettin' you know that I hit (hit)
I'm drivin' a car, it's a million bucks, now 12 been on me for ten
This bitch on the 'Gram with her boyfriend, but mad that I'm fuckin' her friend, nigga
Better go get you a bankroll, better than fuckin' a ho (yeah)
These niggas lamest of all time, makin' them niggas the L.O.A.T
Better stop doin' that pocket watchin', keep a good eye on your ho (forreals?)
This bitch on the 'Gram with her boyfriend, but mad that I'm fuckin' her friend
Can I live?
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Writer(s): Allassne Tope, Karon Vantrees, Orzo Travan Graham
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