Small Fry Veeze

[Intro]
You, you nigga broke, it's a joke
Eddie Murphy, I'ma real street nigga, I be-
Never be commercial

[Verse]
I used to be runnin' out of money, nigga, nowadays I ain't runnin' out of nun’
Lil’ baby attitude was funky, everything changed she ain’ frontin' she fuckin'
Open up the pack, it's skunky, 28 grams cost a nigga 500
When you see the double cup, I ain't stuntin'
Problem with my Bape like a motherfuckin' monkey
Stretchin' up the dope, we ain't stressin' nun
You could make half a brick if you stretch a hunnid’
That nigga think he tough, we'll press his buttons
Put the roof in the trunk with the press of a button
I'm really livin’ life, I ain't flexin' or nun’
I put in that work, I ain't never been a flunkie
I really gotta thumb through the check to get horny
I’on need a fuckin' wife, havin' sex to the money
That nigga really broke, it's a joke, Eddie Murphy
I'ma real street nigga, I could never go commercial
I'm a Wavy Gang baby livin' life like a surfer
Rock Chrome heart shades when a nigga feel nerdy
He a real life nerd, he ain't never seen a birdie
Nigga stuntin' on my swag, goin' home and rehearse it
I got real mob ties, get you kidnapped and murdered
I'll show yo ass a bunch of brown squares like a Hershey
Word to my nigga Rock goin' Marni on Marni
And I'm hood rich like my nigga Keem, I really got money on money
Young street nigga never signed a deal, spent thousand on thousand on garments
Any nigga ever sent a threat to me, better hurry up and say sorry
I wake up and drinkin' this drank like it's coffee
Smokin' that dank like I'm Damian Marley
Ride with them choppas like Davidson Harley
Get rich with my brothers like Damon and Marlon
Fuck her so good, she wanna stay 'til the morning
Throwin' it at me, I ain't say that I want it
This bitch dm me and told me I'm makin' her wet, that she somewhere way in Boston
I'm young and got fame, I'm considered a target
I'm rockin' every show with some shit with a cartridge
We rocked every show and a nigga ain't try it
I left KOD and pulled off in a foreign
I find out you hatin' yo bitch on the market
He keep throwin' salt, I'ma hit it regardless
I'm fly as ET, I get high as a Martian
I feel like Philipps, bitches say that I'm bossy
You stealin' my swag, at least tell 'em who taught you
Them old niggas hatin', I'm slayin' they daughter
Me and Tay be switchin' lanes in the Rari
Laughin' ‘cause we gettin' cake like our father