Luv the Tour Songtext
von Veeze

(Surf Gang, bitch)
Yeah
Yeah, okay
If she tell me no once, I′ma just go to the next one (uh)
Gang

If she tell me no once, I'ma just go to the next one (yeah)
I ain′t press none, bitch, we bully bullies, press buttons (what? Really?)
Ain't been pressed once, we put niggas in the best blunts
Might as well help these niggas get they deal, I need a check or somethin' (should′ve thanked me)
What you know ′bout Ganger 'round the globe? Yeah, I′m stamped up (I'm stamped)
I already got my stripes, I was trickin′ past 'em (yeah)
There′s a box on every blick, bitch sound like a Lamb' truck (brr, brr, brr)
Why I'm toxic to all these hoes? Maybe it′s for my family (it′s for my family)


Maybe it's ′cause my bread big, bitches pulled down they panties (bitches pulled down they panties)
Maybe it's not the Percocet, maybe I feel like snatchin′
How did you let these guys run with the swag, where your antennas? Yeah (huh)
Sometimes feel like V, I got my name just off the seven
That bitch is too, she chanceless (she chanceless)
She wanna fuck a rockstar, I'm Marilyn Manson (yeah0
I still be duckin′ these cop cars, gettin' these bags in
Get out the way when them guns drawn, collateral damage (bah, bah)
My young nigga ain't climbin′ no roof, but he got a ladder (yeah, 30)

I got a twin, and ball for the six, but ain′t the raptors (that's my niggas)
I put on my clothes and send her a pic, five attachments (ooh)
This a brick, white boy, uncut, Adam Sandler (boy)
Broke, broke, broke nigga, I′m in France (yeah)
Broke nigga, excuse my French (yeah)
Yeah, I gotta keep my baby bottle like 22, like I'm Franchise
Boutta use me a lil′ magnifyin' glass, keep attracting these parasites (what?)
I woke up, she was givin′ me head, that neck just like an alarm clock
Oh, you want that smoke, huh? I take nigga to Jam Rock
She up first like Dub E, might just bust out beatbox

Lil' bruh 'nem go head first when they spin, it′s like they break dancin′
My lil' bitch so sexy, brown and crispy, call her peach cobbler (mhm)
Catch me down in Boston with my teacup, but it′s lean party (everybody, chill)
What's up with these lames? Who wiped they nose? And they don′t even be slimy (niggas lame)
I been wondering what God was thinkin' when he designed me
I′ma throw the Rick O in the crowd, this shit so cheap to me (let's go)


She tell me no once, I'ma pull up to the next one (you know that)
I ain′t pressin′ none, bully breaker, girl, we press buttons (you know that)
Ain't been pressed once, we put niggas in the best blunts
Niggas stole my swag and they got deals, I need a check or some
She a bad bitch, but she crazy, pretty devil
I got savages, protect me like Mona Lisa
Ay, Alexa, play Trillville "Get On My Level"
We play dirty games, they′ll have to find your ass with a shovel
No cap (no cap)