Veyster - All I See (feat. Brdwy Ev) Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
You wanna be like me
You wanna be on my team
Nigga, I'll teach you the ways
Do what I say, listen to me
TPF the mob
Nigga, I'm puttin' that shit on my sleeve
Smokin' this za
I'm so damn high, I can't even breathe
Baby, I can't breathe
Baby, I can't breathe
Niggas be talkin' tough online in person they be as soft as sheep
I ain't even playin' them games
My baby, I'm puttin' that pussy to sleep
Why you walk right out my life
Then hit my phone, "you needed me"
I F*cked that bitch one time, never again
Like, "why you mean to me"
Effortless, hit off the strength
She gave it up so easily
I got B's with me
2018, I had feez with me
Bae don't send me nudes
I want you in my house, no teasin' me
You ain't got no dog shit
Boy, that's your dog shit
They better not let me get rich
I'm gon' make my dog rich
Niggas be hangin' dick on hoes
I hit once, then I'm off it
Nigga, you had a wave, and fell off
I'm like, shit, I called it
How you get that bag and f*ck it up?
You ain't see no profit
Why you talk so crazy on the net
Boy I ain't trippin', that's nonsense
We not sippin' on wock, boy
This all tris, can't drive, I'm nauseous
One up top, I'm cautious
Better proceed with caution
I don't even want the play no more, it's dead
I said f*ck it and tossed it
I know why you slime
Niggas, hoes, it's money on my mind
Niggas be lyin', I don't got time
My nigga, I'm tryna see my mama smilin
I had to walk all on my own
Niggas be beggin' and shit, so childish
You wanna be like heem
Nigga, that's on my spleen
Nigga thought that he was poppin
Til he got hit with that screen
I can't describe the perfect bitch
Cause that's some shit that I ain't seen
Wearing designer, you can't name
I heard you got your shit from SHEIN
Shakin' my dreads, she givin' me head
I'm breakin' the bed, I can't breathe
I just dropped my f*ckin' tape
I'm wakin' your ass up if you sleep
I heard what you sayin
Niggas be tryin' that shit until we meet
I could afford to rest
Nigga, I'm makin' this money in my dreams (making this money when I sleep)
Prada on my bitch, I got a problem I can't fix
All this money without no power
You just lousy, you not rich
Before I kick the f*ckin' cup
I go jump right off the bridge
This shit these niggas be sellin', I ain't buyin
You got your cap from Lids
Like, like
Boy, this shit off the top
Yeah, we slidin' with Glocks and Chops
But we off the tris, this not no wock
I don't give a f*ck how long it take
Boy, I'm still gettin' back, this shit don't stop
Slide G8 til the tires, is hot
Boy, if you start trippin', his ass gettin' got
Ain't gon' lie, I got flicked twice today
Poles-legal, I still stop
Ain't gon' lie, you runnin' up crazy
Self-defense, boy, your ass shot
It's a hundred rounds on the stick
Boy, let me stop shootin' this bitch, cuz it's getting hot
Know your ass fakin' you do it a lot
Deuce in the cup, it's a two in the pop
Beatin' up the road so bad, when I'm done with the route
I'm comin' back home with a knot
Nigga I'm comin' home, you not
Run up a bag, put it in stocks
How you in love with the bitch
That hoe a eater, she suckin' me out of my socks
I get so high, off drank
Posted up at the crib, niggas, ask why I don't drop (I'm still dropping)
Niggas be thinkin' they Bron, you out of your prime
All I see is flops, nigga
All I see is flops
All I see is flops
Niggas be thinkin' they Bron, you not in your prime
All I see is flops
Flops
All I see is flops
All I see is flops
All I see is flops