Twin Flow/Godfather II

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Veeze] I'm on codeine lines, I ain't sniffin' nothin' Work my ass off, but they still [?] Pour mud every day 'cause I come from it She gon' fuck the gang, you gon' put a ring on it I'm wrapped up in ice like my knees swollen I'm wrapped up in ice like Durant on the game mode You could watch a movie in the V, this the new version This remind me when we got caviar and bone marrow I'ma put you down, that lil' shit right there got miles on it I'm back at the bank, these folks really act like they tired of me I feel like I madе it, my idols say they proud of me My lil' bro rich as hell, feel likе I could retire early And nigga, pick a side, can't be both of 'em She text me paragraphs just to barrow money These niggas be scared of jail, they turn to law enforcement These niggas keep tryna take my swag, these niggas ain't aura farmin' [Verse 2: LUCKI] Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm high, I'm like a prince because I'm made for it I'm passin' out pay, they put me in they group chat My son be ridin' around like he a lil' made boy Got so much pape', we trade, you wouldn't know what to do with that I'm with a lil' hood bitch, she said it's givin' fuck Tris I know I made it, I can tell 'cause I'm by myself I play life like I'm faded, when I sober up I send you to Hell Some hustling niggas raised me, I live loud like a cell Never mind, can't be yourself, geek up or be their help I'm higher than the rest, and richer than everybody else [Verse 3: Veeze] Nigga prayin' for my downfall, you know you goin' to Hell I give that ho a general admission, not no VIP I think I'm gettin' worser and worser each sip I put my bitch in Miu Miu, I ain't goin' no Lululemon Don't touch my double cup, where's the glass? Let's say cheers My nigga gon' catch this bitch, but she still gon' kiss and tell Gettin' geeked my favorite hobby now Pushin' P in the booth, you'd probably lie Rob a goofy on some check it out I go burger man bad, this shit fifteen top They be actin' like they steppin' shit on with they eyes closed [Verse 4: LUCKI] Yeah, ayy, ayy, this shit started, she want Chanel, now she in the mafia Wonder if there's no such thing as Zelle, how much they'd be proud of ya Can't be tricked by a Jezebel, lookin' for an audience I'm made, man, [an artist][?] and you look like a target Just got back from outer space and it was news to all of us You gotta learn how to play your place, but you really lookin' proud of it I got skis on the way, I got girls on the way [Outro: LUCKI] Top Ski Huh, ganger Veeze