Veyster - Off The Flo (feat. CTB Bino) Lyrics

Throw a bag at the bitch, make her get it off the floor
Throw a bag at the bitch, make her get it off the
Walk into the bank, I want M's in my face
Bitch, suck me in my car, you ain't comin' to my place
Niggas actin' hella lame, but I ain't switchin' on the gang
People sayin' that I changed, but it's still the same Vey
I just poured up a four, you niggas is hoes
How you get it like that, nigga, I don't even know
This bitch hella bad, she don't even got no ass
Throw a bag at the bitch, make her get it off the floor
Me and gang locked in, I ain't switchin' on the bro's
Bitch done f*cked all my friends, she ain't stickin' to the code
I done f*cked all her friends, every one of them on go
But I had to cut her off, cause I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes
Throw a bag at her, make her get it off the floor
Me and bro matchin' with the drank, let's have a toast
You can't copy me, cause I got too many flows
Nigga, you can't copy me, cause I got too many
Niggas talkin, all on the net, but they fakin
I was finna pick her up and bring her back, but I was too lazy
Niggas dyin' everyday, but I won't let them take me
Would let you hit my wood, but I'm sorry, this a facer
I just faced a five gram backwood, bro, I'm too high
And two lines, no cap, no lie, girl, you too fine
I'll never fall in love, this bitch broke my heart a few times
And then she posted up on her gram with her new guy
But I'm richer, f*ck it, crop me out the picture
I'm the type to get a 10 just to leave, I won't miss her
You can suck me up, but I ain't really with the kissing
And I got Wocky in my cup, I ain't f*ckin' with the tristan
Niggas sent the shot, are you blind?
How you miss me
It's to the point where you need like 20 bands, just to diss me
Walk into the room, they all starin, what's the issue
Yeah, I know my bitch bad, but she don't ever really listen
I'm finna give her to the gang, or the streets, I'm a beast
Yeah, he in a cat, but what he payin' for the lease
I got real money, I can spent a 10 on my teeth
I ain't wearin' no designer, I just fazo'd my feet
Walk into the bank, I want M's in my face
Bitch, suck me in my car, you ain't comin' to my place
Niggas actin' hella lame, but I ain't switchin' on the gang
People sayin' that I changed, but it's still the same Vey
I just poured up a four, you niggas is hoes
How you get it like that, nigga, I don't even know
This bitch hella bad, she don't even got no ass
Throw a bag at the bitch, make her get it off the floor (How we gon' Play it?)
Can't tell em' catch up, they can't keep up
We on a different pace
If he told you he in first, then it's a different race
One of one, one of nun, never place in last
Mean teacher with the class, cause I ain't never givin' passes
Pesos bout my queso, like them Mexicans
Way we steppin' with these sticks like a marching band
If she say"How we gon' play it", know she Bino fan
They want a milli' on the gram, I want a milli' off the milligrams
No, he ain't nothin' like me
Is you rollin' like I'm rollin
Shit, bitch, I might be
Servin' in my white tee
Oh, I think they like me
It's flavor every fit
It makes sense on why they bite me
I hit Camry in the Toyota
I hit Mercedes in the Benz
All stack, no spend
It's a 30-day cleanse
Girl, I ain't tryna be your mans
Give a f*ck about who you with
I'm like a genie, rub her right
And I'ma grant her every wish
Walk into the bank, I want M's in my face
Bitch, suck me in my car, you ain't comin' to my place
Niggas actin' hella lame, but I ain't switchin' on the gang
People sayin' that I changed, but it's still the same Vey
I just poured up a four, you niggas is hoes
How you get it like that, nigga, I don't even know
This bitch hella bad, she don't even got no ass
Throw a bag at the bitch, make her get it off the floor
Yeah
Make her get it off the floor
Throw a bag at the bitch
Make her get it off the floor
Get it off the floor
Get it off the floor
Throw a bag at the bitch
Make her get it off the floor, nigga
Yeah
Veyster
Yeah, yop