Weekend Songtext
von Veeze
Weekend Songtext
Yeah
This shit ain′t for the weak man
You ain't gettin′ money, you was ballin' for a weekend
Just gettin' started, already in the deep end
This just started, but I know it get deeper
Boy, I need a slice out this shit, like a pizza
Boy, that lil′ hoe number red in my recent
She done fucked the whole city, how is she a keeper?
They walked him in the house, shit, it prolly was his people
Spent a half a ticket just on Wock′, me and Keep Lean
Take a million Ls to prevail like it's easy
I ain′t wanna do the song, I act like I was sleepy
Take a good bitch, make her bad, then release her
Main bitch got her own cash like Keisha
Bankroll pink and blue, ain't it like Easter
I′m in the ride with Ooch and Tuneski, SRT-ing
I got so many fuckin' sons, I need a blood test
Dog like eights on the ′Vette, man he scrubbin'
My pass like Leslie Jones, man, it's-
My cup a fuckin′ pigsty, man, it′s-
She call me, "Hey daddy", tongue out, that's Mrs. Pearly
Listen to this game, write it down and go study
Broke so many hearts, sorry bae, I′m not lovey
Girl, that ass big and it's soft like a loveseat
Cup is from Texas, my ′K is from Russia
Even though you let that nigga fuck, I still fuck with you
Even though you never wrote a rap, you a part of this
How that hatin' shit been workin′ out? I'm just curious
Hoes mad as hell, they at work on they period
Still thuggin', I done touched a Mil′, I′m nigga rich
Feel fresh to death, I'm a new box of cigarettes
Made a video with yo ho′, rated triple X
Niggas servin' undercover cops just to get a flick
Haha, man, niggas servin′ undercover cops just to-
Hold on
Niggas servin' undercover cops just to keep up
This not for keep ups, this money gone, the weak up
Niggas got the feds on they trail to compete with us
Rich off the fuckin′ mumble rap, Veeze, speak up
Broke nigga, any chance you get, you better vote for Trump
Soft nigga, got the mag on you, still won't bust
Room full of money, face numb, like the coke rush
Whole bunch of bottles, and they red, it ain't cola
Take a brick of gold to the club just to hold some′
This ain′t for the weak man
I'm ballin′ year round, these niggas just weekend
Walkin' through the crowd, gerski scent
I give ′em what I can, but these niggas ain't appreciative
I produced all of this shit, I′m executive
Boy, I feel like Yao Ming height when I'm next to you
How you give your last to a hoe? Unacceptable
What you know 'bout stayin′ above water, dog-paddling?
This shit ain′t for the weak man
I'm ballin′ year round, these niggas just weekend
These the white buffs, these the rich kids
These my own stunts, these- Jackie Chan
Smokin' on fettucine
Smellin′ like Neymar walkin' through Neimans
Do my two-step, no reason
Little do you know, this my made-a-hundred-G′s dance
Cup real black like Beenie Man
Fuckin' on her raw, man, I might need a B plan, nigga
This shit ain′t for the weak man
You ain't gettin′ money, you was ballin' for a weekend
Just gettin' started, already in the deep end
This just started, but I know it get deeper
Boy, I need a slice out this shit, like a pizza
Boy, that lil′ hoe number red in my recent
She done fucked the whole city, how is she a keeper?
They walked him in the house, shit, it prolly was his people
Spent a half a ticket just on Wock′, me and Keep Lean
Take a million Ls to prevail like it's easy
I ain′t wanna do the song, I act like I was sleepy
Take a good bitch, make her bad, then release her
Main bitch got her own cash like Keisha
Bankroll pink and blue, ain't it like Easter
I′m in the ride with Ooch and Tuneski, SRT-ing
I got so many fuckin' sons, I need a blood test
Dog like eights on the ′Vette, man he scrubbin'
My pass like Leslie Jones, man, it's-
My cup a fuckin′ pigsty, man, it′s-
She call me, "Hey daddy", tongue out, that's Mrs. Pearly
Listen to this game, write it down and go study
Broke so many hearts, sorry bae, I′m not lovey
Girl, that ass big and it's soft like a loveseat
Cup is from Texas, my ′K is from Russia
Even though you let that nigga fuck, I still fuck with you
Even though you never wrote a rap, you a part of this
How that hatin' shit been workin′ out? I'm just curious
Hoes mad as hell, they at work on they period
Still thuggin', I done touched a Mil′, I′m nigga rich
Feel fresh to death, I'm a new box of cigarettes
Made a video with yo ho′, rated triple X
Niggas servin' undercover cops just to get a flick
Haha, man, niggas servin′ undercover cops just to-
Hold on
Niggas servin' undercover cops just to keep up
This not for keep ups, this money gone, the weak up
Niggas got the feds on they trail to compete with us
Rich off the fuckin′ mumble rap, Veeze, speak up
Broke nigga, any chance you get, you better vote for Trump
Soft nigga, got the mag on you, still won't bust
Room full of money, face numb, like the coke rush
Whole bunch of bottles, and they red, it ain't cola
Take a brick of gold to the club just to hold some′
This ain′t for the weak man
I'm ballin′ year round, these niggas just weekend
Walkin' through the crowd, gerski scent
I give ′em what I can, but these niggas ain't appreciative
I produced all of this shit, I′m executive
Boy, I feel like Yao Ming height when I'm next to you
How you give your last to a hoe? Unacceptable
What you know 'bout stayin′ above water, dog-paddling?
This shit ain′t for the weak man
I'm ballin′ year round, these niggas just weekend
These the white buffs, these the rich kids
These my own stunts, these- Jackie Chan
Smokin' on fettucine
Smellin′ like Neymar walkin' through Neimans
Do my two-step, no reason
Little do you know, this my made-a-hundred-G′s dance
Cup real black like Beenie Man
Fuckin' on her raw, man, I might need a B plan, nigga
Writer(s): Karon Vantrees Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
