Veeze, Luh Tyler, Rob49 - ATL Freestyle 2 lyrics
Veeze [Karon Malcolm Vantrees] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Luh Tyler [Tyler Meeks] Tallahassee, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rob49 [Robert Coleman Thomas] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S 🇺🇸
[Veeze, Luh Tyler, Rob49 - ATL Freestyle 2 lyrics]
I was gonna talk to y'all niggas man
But, I forgot I don't even talk to niggas
(yeah) who don't even make 15, 000
A day, fuck no bitches
Or wear no designer (At all)
Y'all niggas' phone slow as hell man
Don't think about me man
I'll get to buyin' niggas
(You won't leave him a clue? Please
For my man Taz) yeah (For real)
It's a cold game, I'm just warmin' up
Shorts one of one, still one and done
A young nigga slicin' shit
Like it's Pizza Hut
I got her rushin' out the house
I just beat once
Break the pill with me, spilt
The bean with me, geek up
Rich junkie boy, take a Xan, I'm asleep, bruh
Said her biggest dream was givin'
Head on a tour bus
All these bitches tryna get up on
Me but I bro'd them
Ask Trey, man
I spent a dub just on Fleur pants
She ain't know the seats give you
Hugs in them big Benz
All my bitches gotta own a business
I don't fuck strippers tellin' ass nigga
I'm glad I ain't do no crime with you
This a Cali pack, bust the seal
Smell the time difference
Ain't no internet, beefin' near me? Boy
We drop niggas the last we did
I think dawg dropped a dime on them
Do your lavish shit to this day
'cause it's #
Gotta run into my house after you beat up
I'm rich and still order hit's
Like I'm Pizza hut he bangin' Crip
But he throw B's in that Bentley truck
You niggas braggin' bout them hoes
That we already fucked
Brrt, brrt, brrt, make sure that badmon die
Girl, I'm on the move
Just move your drawls to the side
You can tell I'm leanin'
I pour fours in the pint
I book her a flight
She think I'm changin' her life
She ain't know the big body
Benz was gon' hug her
I can't speak to nothin'
I be fuckin' in the public
Unc a oldhead, he wrap bricks like a mummy
Won't kill his whole gang
Ten niggas cost a hunnid, yeah
Niggas on the mic talkin' money, but
Ain't havin' nothin'
Yeah, she see these bands in my pocket, boy
I know she fuckin'
All you hear is, phew, that's a rocket
Better get to duckin'
Think I play for Tampa Bay
I be gettin bucks in
Get your bitch, she keep blowin up my phone
I'm with Veeze and lil' Rob
And them bros got like four knots
Lil' nigga showin' ten
I can make that shit in no time
She want me to buy a bag, man
You must of lost your whole mind
Bitch, I got up on my grind, got them bands
And I put it up
Dumb nigga spendin' bands on a ho
But ain't even fuck
Man, niggas actin' bad on the 'Gram
But ain't even tuck
Kinda feelin' like I'm Baby
I got all four pockets stuffed
I got four pockets full, nigga feel like Baby
# Island shit, big ass ski, nigga, wavy navy
Nigga brought his bitch to my show
Then I hit his lady
Nigga said he wanna book a show
Tell the nigga pay me
But, I forgot I don't even talk to niggas
(yeah) who don't even make 15, 000
A day, fuck no bitches
Or wear no designer (At all)
Y'all niggas' phone slow as hell man
Don't think about me man
I'll get to buyin' niggas
(You won't leave him a clue? Please
For my man Taz) yeah (For real)
It's a cold game, I'm just warmin' up
Shorts one of one, still one and done
A young nigga slicin' shit
Like it's Pizza Hut
I got her rushin' out the house
I just beat once
Break the pill with me, spilt
The bean with me, geek up
Rich junkie boy, take a Xan, I'm asleep, bruh
Said her biggest dream was givin'
Head on a tour bus
All these bitches tryna get up on
Me but I bro'd them
Ask Trey, man
I spent a dub just on Fleur pants
She ain't know the seats give you
Hugs in them big Benz
All my bitches gotta own a business
I don't fuck strippers tellin' ass nigga
I'm glad I ain't do no crime with you
This a Cali pack, bust the seal
Smell the time difference
Ain't no internet, beefin' near me? Boy
We drop niggas the last we did
I think dawg dropped a dime on them
Do your lavish shit to this day
'cause it's #
Gotta run into my house after you beat up
I'm rich and still order hit's
Like I'm Pizza hut he bangin' Crip
But he throw B's in that Bentley truck
You niggas braggin' bout them hoes
That we already fucked
Brrt, brrt, brrt, make sure that badmon die
Girl, I'm on the move
Just move your drawls to the side
You can tell I'm leanin'
I pour fours in the pint
I book her a flight
She think I'm changin' her life
She ain't know the big body
Benz was gon' hug her
I can't speak to nothin'
I be fuckin' in the public
Unc a oldhead, he wrap bricks like a mummy
Won't kill his whole gang
Ten niggas cost a hunnid, yeah
Niggas on the mic talkin' money, but
Ain't havin' nothin'
Yeah, she see these bands in my pocket, boy
I know she fuckin'
All you hear is, phew, that's a rocket
Better get to duckin'
Think I play for Tampa Bay
I be gettin bucks in
Get your bitch, she keep blowin up my phone
I'm with Veeze and lil' Rob
And them bros got like four knots
Lil' nigga showin' ten
I can make that shit in no time
She want me to buy a bag, man
You must of lost your whole mind
Bitch, I got up on my grind, got them bands
And I put it up
Dumb nigga spendin' bands on a ho
But ain't even fuck
Man, niggas actin' bad on the 'Gram
But ain't even tuck
Kinda feelin' like I'm Baby
I got all four pockets stuffed
I got four pockets full, nigga feel like Baby
# Island shit, big ass ski, nigga, wavy navy
Nigga brought his bitch to my show
Then I hit his lady
Nigga said he wanna book a show
Tell the nigga pay me