Babyface Ray, Veeze - Stop Tagging Us lyrics

Let's get one thing straight now
I never fucked anybody
Over in my life that didn't have it comin'

Yeah she do everything, I tell her to
Say less and bend it over, it's a better view
Would you marry me? Why would I marry you?
I told that cat
"Before they get you I bury you"
I tell them bitches do they job
Nigga change the coupe
I been breakin' Perkies down
Tryna change the juice
Lately when I talk to God, I been thankin'
I see the hate in niggas' eyes
Look what you made me do
Dumb fast just to shake them fools, yeah
Not a crab bag, nigga had to shake the food
I'm in the lab like Breaking Bad
Unkie made the food
Cash Money Millionaire, Slim and Baby mood

Your bitch all at niggas' cribs
Like the cable dude
Why every gang watered down? Man
I hate these fools
I can tell if niggas bein' real
Or in a playin' mood
Free the guys, free the guys
Imma hold it down for sure
Doin 200 miles gettin throat
I take a book to your town, take the most
She a sell her soul for this shit, she a hoe
Told a nigga if he hit the top
Throw the rope
Brodie said he caught a opp in traffic
Tell him "go"
Labels call, you ain't got a mill
Tell 'em "no" through the grapevine
Niggas talkin' till I'm old

Y'all niggas stop making videos on the 'gram
Talkin' bout "Who y'all think I
Should work with?" man y'all know they
Gon tag us stop fuckin' playin'

She wanna fuck with gang
'cause it's hella benefit's
Your order was so small
I act like I wasn't sellin' shit
You be nervous around them bosses
That shit out your element
You better get some money nigga
You damn near livin' celibate
By the time y'all niggas left the porch
I I had to jump the fence
In the water like a bear
I'm tryna catch the fish
I can get you wacked over
Cake like a birthday wish
Think I'm playin' baseball
I swing the wood and I pitch
She dope sick, she need to sniff a line
And I got it bad with the potion
Got her sippin' lines
They already know it's us at the
Door so we skipped the line
Ain't no friends at
Know I said that shit a million times
No cap
Lil bro cold but he don't live his rhymes
You need a platinum plaque
You done sold them boys a million lies
Where I'm from
Niggas stay broke before they get a job
Take a bag to a old town
Road like I'm Lil Nas