Veeze - Weekend Lyrics

Yeah

This shit ain't for the weak man
You ain't gettin' money, you was ballin' for a weekend
Just gettin' started, already in the deep end
This just started, but I know it get deeper
Boy, I need a slice out this shit, like a pizza
Boy, that lil' ho number red in my recent
She done f*cked the whole city, how is she a keeper?
They walked him in the house, shit, it prolly was his people
Spent a half a ticket just on Wock', me and (?)
Take a million Ls to prevail like it's easy
I ain't wanna do the song, I act like I was sleepy
Take a good bitch, make her bad, then release her
Main bitch got her own cash like Keisha
Bankroll pink and blue, ain't it like Easter
I'm in the 'Raq with Ooch and Tuneski, SRT-in'
I got so many f*ckin' sons, I need a blood test
Dog like eights on the 'vette, man he scrubbin'
My pass like Leslie Jones, man, it's ugly
My cup a f*ckin' pigsty, man, it's muddy
She call me, "Hey daddy", tongue out, that's Mrs. Pearly
Listen to this game, write it down and go study
Broke so many hearts, sorry bae, I'm not lovey
Girl, that ass big and it's soft like a loveseat
Cup is from Texas, my 'K is from Russia
Even though you let that nigga f*ck, I still f*ck with you
Even though you never wrote a rap, you apart of this
How that hatin' shit been workin' out? I'm just curious
Hoes mad as hell, they at work on they period
Still thuggin', I done touched a mill', I'm nigga rich
Still fresh to death, I'm a new box of cigarettes
Made a video with yo ho', rated triple X
Niggas servin' undercover cops just to get a flex

Haha, man, niggas servin' undercover cops just to
Hold on

Niggas servin' undercover cops just to keep up
This not for keep ups, this money gone, the weak up
Niggas got the feds on they trail to compete with us
Rich off the f*ckin' mumble rap, Veeze, speak up
Broke nigga, any chance you get, you better vote for Trump
Soft nigga, got the mag on you, still want bucks
Room full of money, face numb, like the coke rush
Whole bunch of bottles, and they red, it ain't cola
Take a brick of gold to the club, treat the hoes some'
This ain't for the weak man
I'm ballin' year round, these niggas just weekend
Walkin' through the crowd, gerski scent
I give 'em what I can, but these niggas ain't appreciative
I produced all of this shit, I'm executive
Boy, I feel like Yao Ming height when I'm next to you
How you give your last to a hoe? Unacceptable
What you know about stayin' above water? Dog paddlin'
This shit ain't for the weak man
I'm ballin' year, these niggas just weekend
These the white buffs, these the rich kids
These my own stunts, these Jackie Chan
Smokin' on fettucine
Smellin' like Neymar walkin' through Neimans
Do my two-step, no reason
Little do you know, this my made a hunnid Gs dance
Cup real black like Beenie Man
F*ckin' on her raw, man, I might need to B plan it