Veeze - Overseas Baller lyrics

Yeah, yeah, naw, yeah

I dig, my baby, I know that you should
(I know that you should)
You spendin' too petty
How you gon' meet the plug?
(How the fuck you gon' meet the plug?)
Same nigga sneak dissin', see me
Give me a hug (Weird-ass nigga)
Nigga location cap
Why you trollin' the hood? (What the fuck?)
She say "Veeze, you so mean
Why I love you so much?" (I don't know)
Purple lines was in my dream
Too much Wock' in my cup (Pshh)
Where I'm from, you ain't indicted
You ain't ballin' enough (Lil' nigga)
I got nothin' but some money
Ain't no game I could run (Frrt, bee)
Say the word, i'll have my shorty strip you
Out of your shit
Niggas playin' police games with they
Opps on the 'net (Ah)
Baby, do you want to fuck? You
Ain't gon' eye me to death (Let mе know)
Me and gang just hit the scenе
Like Bloody Osiris and them (O oh)
Bitch, you know that I got class
Just by the outfit I pick (What?)
Nigga, that shit you got on trash
Crop you out of my pic (Nigga)
Boy, you need to get some rest
You just started poppin' that shit (Pshh)
Might just crash off a Xan'
I gotta count it again (Frrt, bee, bee)
Eyes low, on some prayer hands
Bowin' my head (yeah) cup dark
Had to ask him how much cotton he pick
(O oh) bitches cookin'
Rubbin' feet like it's a wifey audition
(Huh?) used to move the bag on 12th when
Meech and Kash Doll was kissing
(Swear to God, nigga)
Right now I'm watchin' calories
No salt in my pimpin' (For real)
I used to have hoop dreams
I end up softball pitchin' (Haha)
I break the law in fashion
Boston George my twin (yeah)
I crossed that nigga and stepped
Him just like Iverson did
(I crossed that nigga and stepped him)
That whip sittin' on a brick
But it ain't cars that we stealin' (Stupid)
She named her daughter Gang
That's how I know that she miss me (Haha)
My stash is colored
I edible arrangement the money (Frr)
I'm poppin' painkillers
But my heart still ain't healin' (Ugh)
You see me with that ho, boy
You know that I hit it (yeah)
It's ice on my chest
Got my heart in the frigid (yeah)
I'm overseas ballin', man
I feel like Nowitzki (What?)
Who shot me in my back? Naw
My outfit just Ricky (Man, shut the fuck up)
I cut them bitches short when
I find out they pissy (yeah)
Was raised around Lords
I can't fuck up tradition (Haha)
I do these bitches sad
Left 'em right in the trenches
They biggest motivation try to
Hurt Veeze feelings, hah