Veeze - GOMD lyrics

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yes
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?
The fuck got into you?)

If I had dollar for every
Time these niggas hate
I'd be rich like Jay and Ye
I got rich with Babyface
We came up just making plays (yeah)
Man, I feel just like Beyoncé
Niggas love to say my name
I can’t back down from no nigga
I bring more smoke than Taylor Gang (Shh)
I'm the GOAT, dunkin' from the free throw
Fadeaway (Hit that bitch)
Whippin’ dope, make it Big Sean
You can't say it ain't (Hit that bitch)
I know if I wasn't that great
They wouldn't even be throwin' shade (Shh)
Say that shit come with the game, nigga
I ain't never been no game
I don't evеn wanna conversate
Niggas lie right to my facе (yeah)
I’d probably be under the jail
They knew how much crime I did today (Damn)
Crybaby Veeze, use the hundreds, wipe it away
(Crybaby Veeze)
I don’t got change for twenty, nigga
Twenty ain't nothin’ but change
(You hear what I'm sayin'?)
I'm tired of givin’ niggas game
I'm shoppin', coppin' Matty Boy
I got this down in MIA (Huh?)
This lil' bitch should get a housekeeper
I met her in LA (In LA)
I got Bloods in Bompton
Crips on Slauson gon' make sure I'm safe
(yeah) thottie breaking, Glory Gang, slimy
I should be ashamed (Gang)
He done dropped a hundred tapes
Made no noise like Pootie Tang (What?)
Nigga, my heart so icy, I'm like Shiesty
I'm like Gucci Mane
I'm down to a four a day, dirty water
Louie Ray
These stupid-ass niggas must be freebasin'
Young nigga, I was middle school
Hoes Keir age
Fast forward a nigga, death day
Make him meet his maker broke beefin' nigga
Make his mama throw a fundraiser
7 Mile popstar, bitch, I'm Justin Timberlake
(Wow) fuck nigga throwin' salt
But ain't never killed a player (Oh my God)
Daydreamin' 'bout the Wockhardt
In the 'frigerator (Huh?)
Dog livin' with a broke heart
Heard I hit his main one
(Heard I hit his main one)
Get off my dick, lil' bitch, lil' bitch
Get off my dick (Get off my dick)
You ain't met a nigga rich like this
You ain't met a nigga rich like this
(You ain't met a nigga rich like this, ho)
He buyin' designer on sale
That be that country shit (What's to him?)
She callin', wanna cheat on her man
That be that horny shit
Tell me you proud of me, baby, again
I need to hear it again
(I need to hear it again)
I got the gang tatted on my skin
This shit thicker than thin (yeah)
I don't trust broke niggas, it is what it is
(yeah) she bein' faithful to the kid
But, I'll never commit (Come on)
Get off my dick, lil' bitch, lil' bitch
Get off my dick (Let's go)

Get off my, lil' bitch, lil'
Bitch, get off my dick, yeah (Let's go)
I might be OG Sick, I might be OG Sick
(I might be OG Sick)
I flip them niggas, and I
Had to whip that shit, gang
Get off my dick, lil' nigga, lil' nigga
Get off my dick

Hatin'-ass nigga
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man
I'm like Justin Timberlake compared
To y'all lil'-ass niggas, man
You know what I'm sayin'?