ATL Freestyle 2 (feat. Luh Tyler & Rob49) - Veeze

Cleary got me fucked up Taking out the trash on yo' ass I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck Everything I been through is everything I am What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up? Still down to earth, never stuck up Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck I sacrifice most of my time So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck I'm what? Come for mines and guns up Wanna talk, better run ya funds up I'm from the 5, middle finger like I'm Nudy It's Mr turn the tabernacle to a movie, ooo-wee Keep it moving, nothing to see I grew up eating hot wings and bumping Gucci On the block, ain't have no OG to school me We just yelling wassup like Skooly We hit the mall and we ball all day I really know a drought, so it's blue hundreds in the safe My nigga ain't a Jake, but he running with that K And you might take a L just for running out your face I'm still the love doc, hood therapist My life is VVS, I practice clarity I practice what I preach I'm living what I teach Was looking down now, they looking up to me Cleary got me fucked up Taking out the trash on yo' ass I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck Everything I been through, is everything I am What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up? Still down to earth, never stuck up Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck I sacrifice most of my time So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck Riding through Atlanta on a off day Hoping that nobody double cross me Hit up Keisha, "Have you seen Parlay?" 'Cause he ain't make it to the after party, aye Spin the block 'cause it's hot, keeping watch Six o'clock time for Greg Street to rock (Hmm, mmm, aye, okay) I used to walk around that corner right in Kirkwood Anne's Snack Bar, where the food real good I was living like a fool, breaking all the rules Best of both worlds 'cause a nigga went to school I was rapping like a bitch, singing to your girl Might be quiet, baby, but I'm ready to rock your world, yeah (Hmm, okay, yeah, yeah, aye)

(I'd really like to use cash) I told all my haters "Bye", I told them hundreds "Hello" They like how I play it smooth, say I'm a clever fellow I got my nigga living lavish, he came from the ghetto I told my bro to stay up tall like he got on stilettos Stackin' up like Legos I got money now, so bitches acting like they prego Getting racks like Melo Know I got to stay on ten, I got to keep my head on She mad 'cause I done fucked her friend, she like, "You know you dead wrong" Damn, I gotta change my ways Now it's 60 on my neck, remember my chains was fake (ice, ice) 'Member back when times were hard, we prayed for better days But now I'm gettin' paid Now I'm bringin' home them racks, I'm fillin' up the safe Now I make like 30 bands, that's just to rock the stage I cut her off, now she on Instagram, she posting pictures listening to Rod Wave Man, ain't that a shame? She done showed me all her love, but I still did her wrong (mm-mm-mm) Even though I always try my best to do her right I always end up fuckin' up, girl, we ain't lastin' long I swear my brodie always keep it tucked, yeah, he gon' blast the chrome My niggas love it when I tell the plug to go and ship them P's My bitches love it when I take 'em home And fuck 'em to my songs (on God, it's no cap, no hat, real shit) Yeah, that's just how it be Niggas tryna ride my wave, I'm tryna ride the beat Bad bitch put on my scuba suit, I'm finna dive in deep Say you got paper, I believe in what my eyes can see For that money I be feenin', man I swear I need it They didn't think that I could do it, but I beat the odds Biggest Ski, bitch I'm the MVP, I think I'm undefeated (Ski) Yeah, nigga The Biggest Ski man Nah, not the lil one (Ski)

I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin' You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin' Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin' I got the game in my motherfuckin' pocket All of this rappin' and shit just an option I'm finna cook in the stu', Betty Crock' it I'm finna take off in rap like a rocket Hop on a yacht in Miami to surf it With hella bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin' Don't post on stories, my shorty be lurkin' Can't stop the grind for no bitch, it ain't worth it Go to Milan for the week of the fashion Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just ask him Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin' I'm from the trenches, I learned how to hustle I get the cabbage, the lettuce, the brussel I make a million, then triple, then double Upgrade the Glock with a laser and muzzle I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin' You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin' Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it (what?) Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' (ugh) Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin' (gang, yeah, nigga, yeah) Pull up in Maybach, yeah, we finna swerve (skrrt) Like my bitch stick with a whole lot of curve They payin' the kid just to say all these words Gotta go drop them bands, tryna get you a verse Nigga, stop tweetin', that shit for the birds (brr) In the booth geekin' like I was some nerd Just woke up to a check, nigga, like it's the first Just woke up to a check, yeah, I'm thumbin' through cheese Yeah, niggas can't do it like me (like me) I'm countin' pape' while you sleep, countin' sheep Tell your bitch pour me up, I ain't sippin' no tea Tell that boy tie his lace, ain't no trippin' on me In a Wraith, slidin' round, bitch, I'm with DDG Yeah, my niggas be wildin', they spin, DVD Off that gas, on a whole 'nother level, I'm geeked I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin' You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin' Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin' I heard Luh Tyler wanna fuck with one of my exes I throwed a lob like it's nothin' Like it's a fast break and it's twenty more seconds He slam dunk it, Boogie Cousins I be in the blogs, topic of discussion They say I'm a dog, always gon' be somethin' I do somethin' positive, they don't discuss it But when it be negative, them people love it, huh DEOK, it ain't beef if it's over computer, he peewee That boy not a threat Gun to the back of your ho Tell her "Name a few songs" I bet money she passin' the test Niggas don't see how I'm movin' when cameras be off They just know what they see on the net Whether I'm right or I'm wrong, I can never fall off I know niggas is highly upset, okay I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin' You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin' Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin'