Veyster - Superstitious Lyrics

I'm like, baby, you too fine, I'm just tryna make you mine
He wanna be me, he can't, I'm one of a kind
This a stang with the candy paint, I bet you wanna drive
I ain't try oh my f*ckin' god, I'm so f*ckin' high
I ain't liable for vibes, nigga, all these bitches slobs
Thought she meant the slimiest in TPF, but that was Doc
Ballin' like Delon
These hoes fall in line
Shorty tryna lay up with me, told her I ain't got no time
Bitch, I feel like money, man, this shit be always on my mind
When my brudda died, I was tryna slide, I barely cried
You in your bed with no f*ckin' bread, please go get a job
Why you let her come around, you know she wanna f*ck the mob
It's gelato in my wood, nigga, this ain't no King Palm
Me and Dre like Cheech and Chong, Macaulay Culkin Home Alone
Trappin' out the Bando, till this music shit take off
Bro two wrongs, is still a f*ckin' wrong, so what the f*ck you on?
I done doubled up my money, nigga, this my money phone
Please don't hit my line, I promise I don't wanna do no songs
Bitch, my finsta be FreeVeyster, please go get it before it's gone
Nigga's dumb as f*ck, I hit his bitch, I'll never cuff a slut
Say it's love, I'm in love with drugs, I just doubled my cup
I had my heart broke in the past, bae, I'm sorry I can't trust
Hit the plug with label money, passin' bags off like Trump
Walked in hella shiesty, bitch, I wonder why they like me
Superstitious, swear to God, I can't ever cuff no Pisces
I'm a dog, I ain't hurt your bitch, kitty, I did it nicely
Watchin' what I say, these people tryna indict me
Come fight me like Mike, please, we shoot movies like Spike Lee
When you find another nigga rappin' like this, please come find me
Hangin' with the snakes, don't be surprised when it gets slimey
I forgot I ran the world, I needed you to remind me
Like, f*ck a Christian Crail, smoke a wood I wish him well
If my bro go to the cell, I'm tryna help him pay his bail
They hitting mail, if you ship the bows, I hope you make em' sell
I can't forget the shit I did, I ain't tryna go to hell
Labels tryna get my soul, told em' it wasn't for sale
She say, you just wanna f*ck me, bitch, you hit it on a nail
I'm like, yes, I am, I'm that f*ckin' man, this ain't no scam
I'm K in the Dotte, the king there, don't give a damn
My brother can't stop robbin', I think you got a problem
You can't bring no opp bitch to the crib, them niggas watchin
I hit the block, I feel like Kodak, nigga, ain't no flockin
Free my lil' nigga Mario, he caught a body, like
I said, free my lil' nigga Herm, he just caught two bodies
Free agency, I'm lookin' for the max, come and sign me
She do everything I say, my new name is Simon, like
I be, I be pourin' pints, they say it's a drought, but I'ma find it
R.I.P. to Broski, B.T.B. like, why you leave?
Don't fix your mouth to say my brother name, I bet you bleed
I'm with Dreskii the abuser, bitch, I'm talkin' bout my Steve
T.P.F., that be the team, you can f*ck or you can leave
Pourin' lean, what you mean, nigga, I don't pop no beans
Mm, mm, wanna be T.P.F. I put you on that team, nigga