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Veeze & Rylo Rodriguez F.A.F Lyrics
[Intro: Veeze]
That ho a trick, man
That bitch for the street
Ganger
Yeah
Gang-gang, ganger
[Verse 1: Veeze]
I'm the reason niggas even wanna boss up (Yeah, I'm the one)
Get a nigga whacked, I ain't gotta play tough (What?)
Used to be rich, but you fucked it all up (How?)
M this year, ain't been a whole month (No cap)
Can't be mad, you just gotta catch up (Catch up)
Your ho probably fucked every nigga with some money (She a trick)
I'm still in the hood posted up with the junkies (Nigga)
You never goin' back to the hood, stop runnin'
I told her, "I know," when she text me she love me
Nigga touch me, on the spot, I'ma bust him (Bah, bah)
Too much lean in my pop, I need crutches (Ugh)
Payin' that bitch for the twat, you a customer (What the fuck?)
How you got smoke with your opps and your brother?
I'm part of the mob, can't be goofy for nothin' (Huh?)
I woke up this morning, Rick Owens for breakfast
Then Gucci for lunch and then Louis for dinner (Louis for dinner)
Dive in that pussy, I'm scubain' in it (Scubain' in it)
Chrome Heart my glasses like substitute teacher
Joe Biden need to make hatin' illegal (What?)
Rockin' a mask, gotta pay just to see me
I'm classy, I'm sippin' and raising my pinky
My bitch super bad, her feet even pretty (Her feet even pretty)
The real niggas dyin', they tryna extinct 'em (What?)
If I had an opp, they'd be findin' him stinkin'
[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
If I had a dollar for every faithful bitch in the world, my account would be empty (Account would be empty)
She gave me head, my wrist on presidential, it's giving me Monica Lewinsky
Too many fish in the sea, if she want Shark Lock boots, I'll buy her Givenchy (Yeah)
Rap shit, I had to make it, my hype man a felon, he couldn't even fly to the venue (Yeah)
Bitch don't like porcelain, I get her dental implants, she ain't never coppin' no bridge (Yeah)
I left some shakes on the hardwood floor at the studio, but I ain't never droppin' no mid
Like it got eczema, I scratch off so many government names off pints of red
He postin' drank but ain't got none, I'm callin' his bluff right now, shit give me a cringe
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
I fucked a fan inside of a five-star hotel, she the only one who came (Came)
She want me to take the Trojan off and sign it, but I'm not Bronny James (James)
It been a minute since I seen the main cabin, but half my watches plain
Balenciaga, I'm rich, but I'm dressin' homeless, too many rips in my jeans
I'm fuckin' a YouTube ho, I'm creatin' content for all my bros in the chains
I'm Alvin Kamara lit, I done dragged her quick, you textin' that ho like a saint
[Verse 3: Veeze]
I got this bitch in the cut and I'm gettin' it jumpin', me and bro toastin' a pint
Ain't even trickin', but here a few dates and I walk in Bottega, she get what she like (Get what she like)
Walk in Balenci', get what she like (Get what she like)
Walk in Givenchy, get what she like (Get what she like)
As long as it's fancy, make me my life (Nigga)
That shit used to be 'bout fast as you buy it
She blew me a kiss, you can call it a night (What? What?)
My jacket, my pants, it cost me a dime
I need to go get an endorsement with Sprite
Can't tell on no nigga, might cost me my life (My life)
[Verse 4: Rylo Rodriguez]
Tell all them niggas to count up my stripes
Feel like you 12, you spin with device
Bought her a butt, she ain't even my type
I touched it up just to see what the hype
Eighty-five hundred on a Chanel hoodie and still wouldn't give her a choice
I'm in your city, ain't tryna play no games, only I came for a night
Starvin' herself, she a faithful model, I wanted to tell her, "Go get you a meal"
I told lil' bro grab a baby bottle, I never tell him, "Go get me a bib"
I cracked the seal on an Akorn bottle, ain't never seen no squirrel get near us
She went and bleached her asshole, I poke with the thumb and I hit from the rear
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
I fucked a fan inside of a five-star hotel, she the only one who came (Came)
She want me to take the Trojan off and sign it, but I'm not Bronny James
It been a minute since I seen the main cabin, but half my watches plain
Balenciaga, I'm rich, but I'm dressin' homeless, too many rips in my jeans
I'm fuckin' a YouTube ho, I'm creatin' content for all my bros in the chains
I'm Alvin Kamara lit, I done dragged her quick, you textin' that ho like a saint
[Outro: Veeze & Rylo Rodriguez]
I got this bitch in the cut and I'm gettin' it jumpin', me and bro toastin' the pint
Ain't even trickin', but here a few dates and I go in Bottega, say, "Get what you like" (Yeah, yeah)
Walk in Balenci', get what you like
Walk into Louis, get what you like
Make it expensive, make me my life
Can't be fucked with, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on
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