Veeze - Close Friends lyrics

I won't throw rice at your wedding if
I found out you ho marrying (Come On P) huh?

I'm dressin' like I'm scammin'
I'm livin' like the dope man
How the fuck is you mad at
Me for somethin' your ho did?
She dippin' in that one bag
Sniffin' 'til her nose red
The green all in my circle
This shit ain't no close friends (Get it?)

I'm gettin' money and you not, nigga
I'm gon' rub it in like lotion (You)
My pit sittin' on you now
So that's your ass, mr postman
Nigga ain't got no dog shit, nigga
You ain't got no motion
Soon as I feel that Perc' itch
That's when I'm get to goin' (I'm goin' in)
Ice sayin' my name
(Huh?) , you don't got no name
More money, more pain, sippin' more drank
What the fuck you smokin'?
(What's that?) , this that propane
I just spent a whole
Thang on expensive clothing
(What the fuck, boy?)
Young nigga spеnding white hundreds
Like I'm '08 drank hеad
Gettin' pints of lean from an old lady
Catch a rack sittin' on my ass, man
I'm so lazy
Bro got a cape on his chain, but no ho saving
(yeah, yeah) i been gettin' 'bout like ten
For a show lately fall out with my old lady
She mad 'cause she can't locate me
(She mad 'cause she can't locate me)
Give the chops to my young niggas
They ride around just soul taking
Look inside my double cup
It's all purple like Soul Plane (Ugh)
Drank make my back hurt
I'ma limp around like an old man
(I'ma limp around like an old man)
Pour the red in a creme soda
It bubble up like champagne
Like pee stain, my weed stink
Make J's dance like Soul Train (yeah)
Ballin' hard like MJ, man
I need me a loop earring
I ain't bangin' your mixtape
You don't say shit that the rich say (Naw)
Lil' Veezy big bank
I don't give a fuck what no bitch say
(I don't give a fuck)
We choppin' blocks like sensei
You don't even know what the brick weigh
Lord knows I'm a trap god
Got more mud than where pigs stay
Mix the dog 'til it listen to
Me like I pit train this the lawyer money
We ain't sweatin' 'bout no murder case
I don't need no intro
All these people already heard of me
(You know that)
Mix some bloody lean with yellow 'Tuss, man
It's a murder scene (Got red and yellow)
That's against the rules, you break the law
We call it perjury (yeah)
I don't like the way a nigga look
We get to purgin' him (Bah, bah, bah)
Take his pride from him, rob his ass
He ain't retaliate (Hah)
Take his bitch from him
Her location sayin' Turks and Caic' (O oh)
Just look at my clothes, I'm too fly, bitch
I'm vertebrae (Alright)
I be ballin' more than I be rappin'
I'm an athlete (How?) diamonds on me movin'
Look like Usher when he roller skate (yeah)
Still ain't seen my kids
Me and her throat fightin' custody (yeah)
I'm dressin' like a scammer
Livin' like the dope man (Stop)
I'm a million dollar nigga
Switched up my whole program
(I switched it up on 'em)
I drip so hard, I'm
Slippin', I fucked around, got my toe jammed
(What the hell?)
Won't throw rice at your wedding if
I found out you ho marrying (yeah)

I'm dressin' like a scammer
I'm livin' like the dope man (You know that)
How the fuck is you mad at me
For somethin' that your ho did?
(How the fuck you mad at me, nigga?)
She dippin' in that one bag 'til her nose red
(Come On P)
It's green all in my circle (You dig?)

They know what that mean, nigga
We rich as hell