CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : VETERAN
Yeah
I'm rockin' this VET' with a stick, lil' b*t*h, but I'm not a veteran
I think it's 'bout time that I switched my swag, but they not ready yet
I got a b*t*h and she dressed in all black, and she straight from hell
Yeah, and I'm smokin' on too much dope, lil' b*t*h, I don't need no scale
Ridin' 'round town with the X-Man, b*t*h, call some hoes to the f**kin' hotel (X-Man)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss, lil' b*t*h, and I'm havin' this sh*t, oh, yeah (X-Man)
These n***as, they go out sad and that sh*t tragic, sh*t, oh well (X, X-Man)
If a n***a end up down bad, then I got bags that's goin' for sale
And my b*t*h can't go out sad, 'cause she too bad for that, oh, yeah
And these n***as don't get no cash, so don't feel bad for them, oh well
Hit that ho and she keep comin' back, she like my swag, and shе think I'm player
Yeah, she think I'm a boss, shе know I'm the number one player
Yeah, she know I'm a vamp, tell the b*t*h to come to my lair
Yeah, its Opium, lil' b*t*h, I'm stamped
Got that sh*t tatted next to my ear
I ain't drop no music in a year
I'm still sh*ttin' on your whole career
My b*t*h, she came from Brazil
My fit is worth 'bout a mill'
My Wock' came in, it's sealed
She topped me 'til I can't feel sh*t
I know that you broke, but you feel rich
You can't even buy your own meal, b*t*h
I'm dressed in all black everyday
These n***as, they be in the way
I'm rocking all black, b*t*h, I'm draped
Yeah, Margiela, got Rick, Givenchy
My b*t*h, she rockin' Stella McCartney
I just stay on my grind, I don't even skate
All these hoes in the line tryna f**k me
All day, but I ain't got the time of day
I'ma pull up at night, and f**k on that b*t*h
She know that I'm piped, she know that I'm lit
Man, you ain't her type, 'cause you ain't on sh*t
Yeah, and I'm kickin' my sh*t with a real bad b*t*h
I tell her, "Nah," now she throwing a fit
We in the spot and it's real deal lit
I call up my slime, he come with a stick
Ain't droppin' a dime, them boys ain't on sh*t
We get real deal fly all the time and they sh*t
And we smokin' a whole damn pound, not a nic'
Yeah, I'ma stand on mine, I ain't goin' for sh*t
Yeah, and I'm ten toes down, lil' b*t*h, that's it
Yeah, I'ma put a boy down for playing with this
Yeah, and I'm rocking this sh*t, lil' b*t*h, I'm lit
Yeah, got a real freak b*t*h tryna suck my d**k
I put that ho in Balenci', then we stand out one time, and I switch my fit
I'm rockin' Miyake Issey
I mean, it's Issey Miyake, you know what I meant
I walk in that b*t*h, just like, "Pick me"
All of these hoes wanna f**k on the X-Man
I put that lil' b*t*h right to sleep
But she off the X, hell nah, this ain't no Xan'
I DM my opp, like, "Let's link"
But he don't want smoke, nah, he's just a fan
F**k that sh*t, I'm creepin' up the street
Shoot a n***a in his feet, hit whatever you can
And if you can't shoot him, f**k it, shoot his man
B*t*h, I stay booted off X, f**k a Xan', yeah
I'm rockin' this VET' with a stick, lil' b*t*h, but I'm not a veteran
I think it's 'bout time that I switched my swag, but they not ready yet
I got a b*t*h and she dressed in all black, and she straight from hell
Yeah, and I'm smokin' on too much dope, lil' b*t*h, I don't need no scale
Ridin' 'round town with the X-Man, b*t*h, call some hoes to the f**kin' hotel (X-Man)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss, lil' b*t*h, and I'm havin' this sh*t, oh, yeah (X-Man)
These n***as, they go out sad and that sh*t tragic, sh*t, oh well (X, X-Man)
I'm rockin' this VET' with a stick, lil' b*t*h, but I'm not a veteran
I think it's 'bout time that I switched my swag, but they not ready yet
I got a b*t*h and she dressed in all black, and she straight from hell
Yeah, and I'm smokin' on too much dope, lil' b*t*h, I don't need no scale
Ridin' 'round town with the X-Man, b*t*h, call some hoes to the f**kin' hotel (X-Man)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss, lil' b*t*h, and I'm havin' this sh*t, oh, yeah (X-Man)
These n***as, they go out sad and that sh*t tragic, sh*t, oh well (X, X-Man)
If a n***a end up down bad, then I got bags that's goin' for sale
And my b*t*h can't go out sad, 'cause she too bad for that, oh, yeah
And these n***as don't get no cash, so don't feel bad for them, oh well
Hit that ho and she keep comin' back, she like my swag, and shе think I'm player
Yeah, she think I'm a boss, shе know I'm the number one player
Yeah, she know I'm a vamp, tell the b*t*h to come to my lair
Yeah, its Opium, lil' b*t*h, I'm stamped
Got that sh*t tatted next to my ear
I ain't drop no music in a year
I'm still sh*ttin' on your whole career
My b*t*h, she came from Brazil
My fit is worth 'bout a mill'
My Wock' came in, it's sealed
She topped me 'til I can't feel sh*t
I know that you broke, but you feel rich
You can't even buy your own meal, b*t*h
I'm dressed in all black everyday
These n***as, they be in the way
I'm rocking all black, b*t*h, I'm draped
Yeah, Margiela, got Rick, Givenchy
My b*t*h, she rockin' Stella McCartney
I just stay on my grind, I don't even skate
All these hoes in the line tryna f**k me
All day, but I ain't got the time of day
I'ma pull up at night, and f**k on that b*t*h
She know that I'm piped, she know that I'm lit
Man, you ain't her type, 'cause you ain't on sh*t
Yeah, and I'm kickin' my sh*t with a real bad b*t*h
I tell her, "Nah," now she throwing a fit
We in the spot and it's real deal lit
I call up my slime, he come with a stick
Ain't droppin' a dime, them boys ain't on sh*t
We get real deal fly all the time and they sh*t
And we smokin' a whole damn pound, not a nic'
Yeah, I'ma stand on mine, I ain't goin' for sh*t
Yeah, and I'm ten toes down, lil' b*t*h, that's it
Yeah, I'ma put a boy down for playing with this
Yeah, and I'm rocking this sh*t, lil' b*t*h, I'm lit
Yeah, got a real freak b*t*h tryna suck my d**k
I put that ho in Balenci', then we stand out one time, and I switch my fit
I'm rockin' Miyake Issey
I mean, it's Issey Miyake, you know what I meant
I walk in that b*t*h, just like, "Pick me"
All of these hoes wanna f**k on the X-Man
I put that lil' b*t*h right to sleep
But she off the X, hell nah, this ain't no Xan'
I DM my opp, like, "Let's link"
But he don't want smoke, nah, he's just a fan
F**k that sh*t, I'm creepin' up the street
Shoot a n***a in his feet, hit whatever you can
And if you can't shoot him, f**k it, shoot his man
B*t*h, I stay booted off X, f**k a Xan', yeah
I'm rockin' this VET' with a stick, lil' b*t*h, but I'm not a veteran
I think it's 'bout time that I switched my swag, but they not ready yet
I got a b*t*h and she dressed in all black, and she straight from hell
Yeah, and I'm smokin' on too much dope, lil' b*t*h, I don't need no scale
Ridin' 'round town with the X-Man, b*t*h, call some hoes to the f**kin' hotel (X-Man)
Yeah, I'm the top floor boss, lil' b*t*h, and I'm havin' this sh*t, oh, yeah (X-Man)
These n***as, they go out sad and that sh*t tragic, sh*t, oh well (X, X-Man)
