Veeze - fat albert lyrics

Yo yo yo yo (Load all the money)
Yo son
You don't even know my style man
Back up off me son, word to mother

He said he know a nigga harder than me, boy
Don't lie to me I'm pass what you tryna be
And I wasn't even tryna be
I got niggas used to look up to me
They be tryna beef I hope you don't try boy
We strapped just like Prada sneaks
Everyday I wake up
Niggas tryna get some clout from me
He swear he fighting demons
But ain't never made a opp deceased
How the fuck you drippin'
Damn near all that shit you rocking cheap
Ion buy no bundles
'cause my bitch she bad ain't got no weave
She beneficial, ride with me
Spent yo check buyin' lean
You ignorant, you plot on me
I'll give you wings like Robin jeans
This bitch, she really tripping
Tryna fuck me without toppin' me
We ballin' like the Pistons but we
Shooting for the Roxy team

Yeah, 'til this day

You a little man
Yeah brodie told me what you said
I'm the bigger man, take chart
Then I get it in
You a gimmick man, real talk
You just Instagram
I can get the grams, white tan
They in the milligrams
I can send a man, all black
They'll strip a man we secure the bag
Secret stash in the minivan
I throw on a mask, gimme that
Boy don't lift a hand i just buss a juug
Made 6 racks off a middle man
I could get you all off the boy
Like I'm Killa Cam
Get like 20 jags, clear the names
Do that shit again

This fun, I should do this more often

Fake niggas shake hands
Ain't no friend in me
This the fifth time I poured
Dark and it ain't Hennessey
He work at GM, but rap about the bag, OMG
I fucked his BM
He telling niggas that we enemies
I got a DM
A nigga said "Do you remember me?"
My cousin asked me "Did they find
Out who shot Lil Reese?"
How the fuck I'm 'posed to know?
On the Caddy dueces on the front
The back got 23s out in Cali
Got a plug to show you money grow on trees
In the A, my niggas drivin' foreigns down
To Sandy Springs
Why you staring? Cause the new McLaren
Look like it got wings
I'm so high, it look like I'm muggin'
Bitches say I'm mean
I just snuck the gun in the club
They ain't pat on me (Fah fah fah fah)
Tragedy, how the fuck is you a jackboy
You from Battle Creek?
You a peasant, I'm a King
I'm like Omri Casspi
Since we put him on the shelf
He been looking ashy
Let's see, who can get a M the fastest
I make, his bitch disappear like Casper
He want, his baby back like fat bastard
I won't, let up boy, I'm adding pressure
I play, with the boy, like Hugh Hefner
I hey hey hey Fat Albert

Gang, Gang, Gang
Man brothers only, wavy navy
Ganger know what the fuck going on man
Free my nigga Peezy
You niggas wanna think like us
Wanna take our, but it's so hard (Oooh)
You niggas wanna be like Mike
You niggas wanna take our life
But, it's so hard