Wilt Veeze

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Niggas talkin' loud but they ain't ready (Ah-ah)
You can't take my bitch, 'cause she hate petty (Mm)
I got goblins that you don't know, they stay ready (You know that)
I can't be a artist, take the Glock and paint messy (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I don't save none of these hoes, I ain't Clark Kent (Never)
Take the Sprite, make that bitch dark skin (Ugh)
She said she gon' give me head if I got dark tint (Huh?)
I be fucking her and choking her like Bart Simpson
He got a Kool-Aid jug where his heart is (Soft)
I heard he wrote a letter, sent it where the narcs is (What?)
We gon' catch him, we gon' aim at his smartness (We gon' catch him)
I be with the sharks late, that's Adult Swim
How he gon' hide? We know where his mammy be at
Pull the chopper where his grandmammy be at
Have these niggas sleepin' where his granddaddy be at (Shut the fuck up)
Do the beef like Linwood, lay two families flat (Ooh)
Now his brother gone, hope he got a ransom for that
When his people heard the news, they had a panic attack
When they move out the house, we trappin' in that
With a bag full of white, look like dandruff in that
Damn, bro, why you tote straps and rob niggas? And
All yo' OGs got bows and pot flippin' (Hmm)
You know every story got two sides, nigga
I got puff balls on the AR like Rah Digga (Baow, baow, baow)