Unreleased leak Songtext
von Veeze

That′s what crime do, see these niggas—
That's how the mob move—

These racks in my pocket, that′s what crime do
See my young niggas with me 'cause that's how the mob move
I turned the cream soda to a piru
Look me head to toe, everything I got exclusive
I get to know a driver, I ain′t tryna lose
She could fuck the square nigga, had to cut her loose
My young niggas shootin′ like they run it too
Why you lyin' on my name when you know the truth?
Connected with no plug like thе bluetooth
All white truck but the sеats in the soo woo
Bitch nigga take him for his chain he like nooo, noooo
Granny seen my cup, had to lie, said it′s prune juice
I throw the deuce sign when I blew it through
7 mile dog in the car with no roof, roof
My hunnids turned blue, it got jumped into Snoop crew
He ain't got no motion, make a thousand every blue moon


More money, more power, more sex
Asked that bitch "Where the throat at?" at the door step
Get yo own, nigga, don′t take handouts from no man
Get the load, hit the road with it, show yo gold neck
Coppin blow, put yo toes on it, make some more grams
Left the porch 12 years old richer than some grown men
Press the gas, pressure on, we can't give ′em no chance
Nigga lied in all his songs, he ain't ever road ran
Get the chicken, make it grow, I need some more egg
Fuck, the lights out, I don't want ′em broke, flip the hoe bread
The load just dropped, nigga, code red
Damn Veeze, you really slimed that nigga? Sure did
I make that bitch hold the blicky before we hold hands
I make that bitch get up wit you, make you blow a ten
Hit the Wal-Mart and swipe giffys my first gig
If she ain′t down to stuff the bag, that's the wrong bitch

Ugh, Gang, Gang, Ganger

The way I lean, break the laws of physics
He like Chris Rock dad when it come to the spendin′
Never did crime, break the law in his lyrics
I'm high off yellow pills like I′m flyin' on spirit
I ain′t just rappin', nigga, I'm speakin′ from experience
Bust the wrapper you gon′ see the white like Brittney Spears
Facetimed bro on the leer geeked, seal rippin'
Gallery don′t make me make appointments, you a lil' nigga
Take seventy-fives, still put chills in me
Give my bitch a thousand at a time just for dealin′ with me
Take a thousand beans to these hillbillies
How the fuck I build a friendship with pill sniffers?
It be the fakest niggas claimin' they the real niggas
I need the quickest way to get up to a meal ticket
I′m tellin' bro 'nem chill, they just want to kill niggas
These niggas think I′m famous, I don′t even feel different

Gang, gettin' richer, raisin′ to a mill-er
Gettin' richer, mill-er, yeah


Gettin′ richer, racin' to a mill-er
Keepin′ distance, dodgin' penitentiary
Just to get what I got, he'll turn killer
You better keep some money comin′ just like your opinion
Keep yo head up, it get realer and realer
So much dirt, I forget to repent for forgiveness
I′m glad I'm out the game ′cause the snitches livin'
I put her on a wave like I live in a river
Gettin′ paid for all the shit I been through
Pourin' champagne on the ground, tellin′ bro I miss him
He lost his mind, I don't know that nigga
I done stressed over a lot, never over bitches
Tell the opps stay inside, they get no privilege
I'ma need a purple cane when I′m old sippin′
Young nigga, got more game then a old nigga
Stop smokin', still droppin′ dirty dope mixes