[Intro]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
(Shoutout to that boy Ceg, he produced that)
[Verse 1: Veeze]
Turn up, open it up, bust it open, bitch, let my brother fuck
Been in the mall too long, I done balled too long, my goddamn ankles swole
Say she in love with the kid, we never even met, man, how is that possible?
I got the haters so mad, these niggas be sick, they need 'em a noodle bowl
He say he gettin' money, I mean, shit, he ain't gotta prove it though
I'm in this bitch with lil' Skii, I'm feelin' so wavy, I just might crowd surf
I'm takin' his bitch for a week, he 'bout to set him an Amber Alert
I whispered, "Let's fuck," in her ear, I can't even lie, man, I suck at flirting
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
I wake up, I'm countin' a check, but it ain't even the fuckin' first (Fuckin' first)
She want me to ice her out, I say, "Bitch, you gotta suck it first" (Gotta suck it first)
I kicked that ho to the streets, now I'm feelin' like Veeze how I did that bitch the worst (Gangerski)
Bro keep sippin' that drank like he sick, I'm startin' to think he might need a nurse (Damn)
I'm in this bitch blowin' exotic, I'm geeked out my mind, in a whole 'nother universe (Damn)
I just go walk in the booth and I kill the beat dead, where's the casket? I need a hearse (Let's do it)
I heard that I'm runnin' out of money, he startin' to fall out it, but probably could use a verse (Nigga broke)
I get to wake up and ball, this rapping my job, hit the booth and I put in work (Yeah)
Nigga, I'm havin' a ball, I been gettin' this money, got your bitch comin' out her skirt (Let's go)
I got this money comin' in from so many angles, man, you could just call me Kurt (Damn)
I'm stuffin' my pocket with racks, my shit looking good, boy, I see that your pockets hurt (Shit looking good)
If that lil' bitch ain't bad, I cut her from the team, man, it feel like I'm doin' surgery (Surgery)
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
(Shoutout to that boy Ceg, he produced that)
[Verse 1: Veeze]
Turn up, open it up, bust it open, bitch, let my brother fuck
Been in the mall too long, I done balled too long, my goddamn ankles swole
Say she in love with the kid, we never even met, man, how is that possible?
I got the haters so mad, these niggas be sick, they need 'em a noodle bowl
He say he gettin' money, I mean, shit, he ain't gotta prove it though
I'm in this bitch with lil' Skii, I'm feelin' so wavy, I just might crowd surf
I'm takin' his bitch for a week, he 'bout to set him an Amber Alert
I whispered, "Let's fuck," in her ear, I can't even lie, man, I suck at flirting
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
I wake up, I'm countin' a check, but it ain't even the fuckin' first (Fuckin' first)
She want me to ice her out, I say, "Bitch, you gotta suck it first" (Gotta suck it first)
I kicked that ho to the streets, now I'm feelin' like Veeze how I did that bitch the worst (Gangerski)
Bro keep sippin' that drank like he sick, I'm startin' to think he might need a nurse (Damn)
I'm in this bitch blowin' exotic, I'm geeked out my mind, in a whole 'nother universe (Damn)
I just go walk in the booth and I kill the beat dead, where's the casket? I need a hearse (Let's do it)
I heard that I'm runnin' out of money, he startin' to fall out it, but probably could use a verse (Nigga broke)
I get to wake up and ball, this rapping my job, hit the booth and I put in work (Yeah)
Nigga, I'm havin' a ball, I been gettin' this money, got your bitch comin' out her skirt (Let's go)
I got this money comin' in from so many angles, man, you could just call me Kurt (Damn)
I'm stuffin' my pocket with racks, my shit looking good, boy, I see that your pockets hurt (Shit looking good)
If that lil' bitch ain't bad, I cut her from the team, man, it feel like I'm doin' surgery (Surgery)
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