OverseasBaller Songtext
von Veeze

Yeah, yeah
Huh, yeah

I dig my baby, I know that you should (I know that you should)
You spendin′ too petty
How you gon' meet the plug? (How the fuck you gon′ meet the plug?)
Same niggas sneak dissin', see me, give me a hug (weird ass nigga)
Nigga location cap, why you trollin' the hood? (What the fuck?)
She say, "Veeze, you so mean, why I love you so much?" (I don′t know)
Purple lines was in my dream, too much Wock′ in my cup (pshh)
Where I'm from, you ain′t indicted, you ain't ballin′ (lil' nigga)
I got nothin′ but some money, ain't no game I could run (frr, wee)
Say the word, I'll have my shorty strip you out of your shit


Niggas playin′ police games with they opps on the net (ah)
Baby, do you want to fuck? You ain′t gon' eye me to death (no, you not)
Me and gang just hit the scene like Bloody Osiris and them (ooh)
Bitch, you know that I got class just by the outfit I pick (what)
Nigga, that shit you got on trash, crop you out of my pic
Boy, you need to get some rest, just stop poppin′ that shit (pshh)
Might just cash off a Xan' I gotta count it again (frr, wee, wee)
Eyes low, on some prayer hands, bow on my head (yeah)

Cup dark, had to ask him how much cotton he pick (ooh)
Bitches cookin′, rubbin' feet like it′s a wifey audition (huh)
Used to move the bag on 12th
With Meech and Kash Doll as kids (swear to God, nigga)
Right now I'm watchin' calories, don′t salt my pimp (for real)
I used to have hoop dreams, I end up softball pitch (huh)
I break the law in fashion, Boston George my twin (yeah)

I crossed that nigga and step him
Just like Iverson did (I crossed that nigga and stepped him)
That whip sittin′ on a brick, but it ain't cars that we stealin′ (stupid)
She never endure the gang, that's how I know that she miss me (ha)
My stash is colored, I edible arrangement the money (frr)
I′m poppin' painkillers, but my heart still ain′t healin' (uh)
You see me with that hoe, boy, you know that I hit it (yeah)
It's ice on my chest, got my heart in the fridge (yeah)
I′m overseas ballin′, man, I feel like Nowitzki (what?)
Who shot me in my back, now my outfit just Rick (man, shut the fuck up)


I cut them bitches short when I find out they pissy (yeah)
Was raised around lords, I can't fuck up tradition (haha)
I do these bitches sad, left ′em right in the trenches
Their biggest motivation, try to hurt Veeze feelings (haha)