Babyface Ray, Veeze - Gallery Dept lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Veeze [Karon Malcolm Vantrees] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray, Veeze - Gallery Dept lyrics]
Somebody text Trent, "Hit the Gallery"
Help him with the bags, sir
Thanks for having me
Man, I had to cut her off
I got bitches mad at me
And I gotta keep an N
All these niggas gon' laugh at me
Fifty on my neck, fifty on my wrist
I'm roundin' off, it's really ninety-six
You little petty bitch
Man, that nigga Face cappin'
He ain't really from the 6
I'll slide through minivan, trunk full of
(Shh)
Lookin' for the right shh, tryna find a mix
I don't really fuck with Webster
Rather go to Kith
Call my nigga Pucci
I'ma pull up to the Knicks
I done got my money right
They can't tell me shit
Ayy
Unfuckwitable, baby girl a cannibal
I be with the Runtz Gang
Gave your bitch an edible
Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot
Me and Skeddy turned the
White into the dopehouse
Baby, fuck your man
Tell me what your throat 'bout
Breakin' down the bag, I'm at lil'- house
When I go on tour
I'm bringin' lil' bro out
Yeah, Veeze with me
We was workin' both routes
Pulled two hundred out a fuckin' ghost town
Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', bitch
It's Motown
Young Berry Gordy
She done fucked the whole gang
That shit is very horny
She just want the clout, when
We fuck, she say
"Record me"
Hell yeah, I did it, made a sextape
OVO, Bape, still ain't met Drake
Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock' at?
My bitch don't never buy no
Sneakers when she shoppin'
Come to my trap
Got white and black just like a Sox hat
My niggas don't care
Nothin' 'bout parties
Only combat
I don't even want the thirty
Give me the standard
I can't hide that
Oh, you wan' duck and hide? I'ma send
Them boys to where your mom at
I just pour a deuce and pop a Perc'
I still ain't high yet
Told that skinny bitch my bankroll thicker
Than where her thigh at
Nigga, I don't play with niggas
Nigga, I don't pay for bitches
Nigga, I don't hang with snitches
I'm part of the Navy, nigga
My brother crazy, I tell him to
He'll kill your babysitter
I was flat broke, Ray was with me
You play with him, you can't keep livin'
My cup too damn expensive
You spill that bitch
Gotta pay the difference
Lil' nigga keep sneak dissin'
I'm sendin' Diego to slay your bitches
Help him with the bags, sir
Thanks for having me
Man, I had to cut her off
I got bitches mad at me
And I gotta keep an N
All these niggas gon' laugh at me
Fifty on my neck, fifty on my wrist
I'm roundin' off, it's really ninety-six
You little petty bitch
Man, that nigga Face cappin'
He ain't really from the 6
I'll slide through minivan, trunk full of
(Shh)
Lookin' for the right shh, tryna find a mix
I don't really fuck with Webster
Rather go to Kith
Call my nigga Pucci
I'ma pull up to the Knicks
I done got my money right
They can't tell me shit
Ayy
Unfuckwitable, baby girl a cannibal
I be with the Runtz Gang
Gave your bitch an edible
Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot
Me and Skeddy turned the
White into the dopehouse
Baby, fuck your man
Tell me what your throat 'bout
Breakin' down the bag, I'm at lil'- house
When I go on tour
I'm bringin' lil' bro out
Yeah, Veeze with me
We was workin' both routes
Pulled two hundred out a fuckin' ghost town
Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', bitch
It's Motown
Young Berry Gordy
She done fucked the whole gang
That shit is very horny
She just want the clout, when
We fuck, she say
"Record me"
Hell yeah, I did it, made a sextape
OVO, Bape, still ain't met Drake
Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock' at?
My bitch don't never buy no
Sneakers when she shoppin'
Come to my trap
Got white and black just like a Sox hat
My niggas don't care
Nothin' 'bout parties
Only combat
I don't even want the thirty
Give me the standard
I can't hide that
Oh, you wan' duck and hide? I'ma send
Them boys to where your mom at
I just pour a deuce and pop a Perc'
I still ain't high yet
Told that skinny bitch my bankroll thicker
Than where her thigh at
Nigga, I don't play with niggas
Nigga, I don't pay for bitches
Nigga, I don't hang with snitches
I'm part of the Navy, nigga
My brother crazy, I tell him to
He'll kill your babysitter
I was flat broke, Ray was with me
You play with him, you can't keep livin'
My cup too damn expensive
You spill that bitch
Gotta pay the difference
Lil' nigga keep sneak dissin'
I'm sendin' Diego to slay your bitches