G.T. - The Vet lyrics

Money counter music yeah
My real life
I don't know about these other niggas
These niggas be rapping 'bout
Some fake bull shit let's go
Dirty Glove Entertainment
Wavy Gang, for real ocean gang, motion gang

I used to ride-
I used to ride that 'hound with them pans
Sit in that spot on Joann
I watched cuz whip with both hands
Found a thousand blues for Tauran
What you know about bricks? Turn a
Little boy into a man
We turned all the haters into fans
Worried 'bout me
Niggas need to go and get some bread
Cop from me, you can hit a
Lil' more it got legs, nigga
I done sold everything nigga
Topside, to them stop signs
Shut the spot down, if the cops slide
When it come to this shit I'm like top five
I'm on another level
Adding money like I'm Elon
Remember momma used to drop me
Off in her Neon
I used to tell myself all the time
We'll be fine
Touchdown, I'm in my primetime like Deion
Send my nigga, spot right by Outer Drive
Lapped up them niggas who ain't
Wanna pass the baton broke niggas, man they
Always pocket watchin', add it up
I got three hunnid' racks in watches
Three hunnid' racks in chains
I ain't even cop a whip
Five foreigns back to back
They think it's BMF
If you think you fuckin' with me
Then you must be smokin' meth
Thousand bow's of exotic
Got more dog than a vet
I sold everything nigga
Talkin' hard dope, makin' the soft dough
I done sold it straight
Beat it down like I'm Herbo
Got a real bag on the way, it's like Narcos
We done sold it all
Now it's cold as December
If you don't use no gloves with that ice
You'll shiver
Got a new lo', now we passin' out pitcher
Did it by myself
I don't need no codefendant

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