Veeze - Gallery Dept lyrics

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray] Somebody text Trent, "Hit the Gallery" Help him with the bags, sir, thanks for having me Man, I had to cut her off, I got b*tches mad at me And I gotta keep an N, all these ni**as gon' laugh at me Fifty on my neck, fifty on my wrist I'm roundin' off, it's really ninety-six, you little petty b*tch Man, that ni**a Face cappin', he ain't really from the 6 I'll slide through minivan, trunk full of (Shh) Lookin' for the right shh, tryna find a mix I don't really fu*k with Webster, rather go to Kith Call my ni**a Pucci, I'ma pull up to the Knicks I done got my money right, they can't tell me sh*t, ayy Unfu*kwitable, baby girl a cannibal I be with the Runtz Gang, gave your b*tch an edible Young ni**a dream was to get a blow spot Me and Skeddy turned the White into the dopehouse Baby, fu*k your man, tell me what your throat 'bout Breakin' down the bag, I'm at lil'— house When I go on tour, I'm bringin' lil' bro out Yeah, Veeze with me, we was workin' both routes Pulled two hundred out a fu*kin' ghost town Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', b*tch, it's Motown Young Berry Gordy She done fu*ked the whole gang, that sh*t is very horny She just want the clout, when we fu*k, she say, "Record me" Hell yeah, I did it, made a sextape OVO, Bape, still ain't met Drake [Verse 2: Veeze] fu*k all that Tris sh*t, where the Wock' at? My b*tch don't never buy no sneakers when she shoppin' Come to my trap, got white and black just like a Sox hat My ni**as don't care nothin' 'bout parties, only combat I don't even want the thirty, give me the standard, I can't hide that Oh, you wan' duck and hide? I'ma send them boys to where your mom at I just pour a deuce and pop a Perc', I still ain't high yet Told that skinny b*tch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at ni**a, I don't play with ni**as ni**a, I don't pay for b*tches ni**a, I don't hang with snitches I'm part of the Navy, ni**a My brother crazy, I tell him to, he'll kill your babysitter I was flat broke, Ray was with me You play with him, you can't keep livin' My cup too damn expensive You spill that b*tch, gotta pay the difference Lil' ni**a keep sneak dissin', I'm sendin' Diego to slay your b*tches