More songs by Veeze
Description
Released on: 2019-05-22
Lyrics and translation
Original
This dope ain't gon' scale itself.
Them balls ain't gon'— Them balls ain't gon' mail theyself.
Ayy, this dope ain't gon' scale itself.
Them balls ain't gon' mail theyself, nigga.
You know I gotta get this wealth.
I put a line on the table, tell that bitch it ain't gon' sniff itself. I thought you had these bricks yourself.
I pull up on the block, the nigga said you ain't got shit for sale.
These hoes ain't gon' pimp theyself.
You hangin' with a snitch, well nigga, you know that you a snitch as well.
I ain't gon' tell on myself.
Them bitches tellin' me to write a statement, I said, "Go to hell. "
Bitch, I'd rather go to jail.
I'd rather pop a bar and wake up inside the hotel.
This clip ain't gon' load itself.
I'ma pull up on your block, nigga, this bitch ain't gon' blow itself. I put my foot on the foot, it ain't gon' step itself.
Put my hood on my back, it ain't gon' rep itself. I can't be cuffin' on these hoes,
I can't handle myself. I ain't waitin' to get the ID to scam myself.
Nigga, I got these pieces, they ain't gon' jam theyself.
Let's hit the road, nigga, these stores ain't gon' scam theyself. These strips ain't gon' pop theyself.
Hear her goin' off, nigga, let's see who scrape the pot the best.
Let's see who beat the block the best.
You know Veezy, he the lil' goat, they say his pop the best.
I'm on the road, she gotta fuck herself.
Tell Nutty grab another four hundred off the fuckin' shelf. Tell the cops that I don't know myself.
Make another ten before we head home is what I told myself. I ain't bad, I'm just gettin' visas.
Have miles, pop your top, give me no reasons.
Man, my closet lookin' like the last three seasons. Gave me brain all day, I call the bitch genius.
A hundred nineties off two hundred, I gotta thank Jesus. I paid a dollar ninety-eight for every two pieces.
I paid cash for the whip, I don't do leases. Nigga, why you in your feelings?
-'Cause your bitch creepin'. -Yo, I made it happen all by myself.
Man, I put niggas on even though they ain't help theyself.
Damn right, I start to feel myself. Man, grab a Pyrex, man, that dope ain't gon' whip itself.
Where I'm from, it's every man for self.
I'ma be the one to push it, man, that ain't gon' push itself. I make niggas wanna kill theyself.
My bitch burnt her homegirl, I fucked her both, she wasn't gon' fuck herself. I lost my mans, you don't know how I felt.
Man, grab a pop from the store, that lean ain't gon' sip itself.
Pants stay saggin', never rock a belt.
I slept in spots overnight 'cause them spots wasn't gon' rock theyself
English translation
This dope ain't gon' scale itself.
Them balls ain't gon'— Them balls ain't gon' mail theyself.
Ayy, this dope ain't gon' scale itself.
Them balls ain't gon' mail theyself, nigga.
You know I gotta get this wealth.
I put a line on the table, tell that bitch it ain't gon' sniff itself. I thought you had these bricks yourself.
I pull up on the block, the nigga said you ain't got shit for sale.
These hoes ain't gon' pimp theyself.
You hangin' with a snitch, well nigga, you know that you a snitch as well.
I ain't gon' tell on myself.
Them bitches tellin' me to write a statement, I said, "Go to hell. "
Bitch, I'd rather go to jail.
I'd rather pop a bar and wake up inside the hotel.
This clip ain't gon' load itself.
I'ma pull up on your block, nigga, this bitch ain't gon' blow itself. I put my foot on the foot, it ain't gon' step itself.
Put my hood on my back, it ain't gon' rep itself. I can't be cuffin' on these hoes,
I can't handle myself. I ain't waitin' to get the ID to scam myself.
Nigga, I got these pieces, they ain't gon' jam theyself.
Let's hit the road, nigga, these stores ain't gon' scam theyself. These strips ain't gon' pop theyself.
Hear her goin' off, nigga, let's see who scrape the pot the best.
Let's see who beat the block the best.
You know Veezy, he the lil' goat, they say his pop the best.
I'm on the road, she gotta fuck herself.
Tell Nutty grab another four hundred off the fuckin' shelf. Tell the cops that I don't know myself.
Make another ten before we head home is what I told myself. I ain't bad, I'm just gettin' visas.
Have miles, pop your top, give me no reasons.
Man, my closet lookin' like the last three seasons. Gave me brain all day, I call the bitch genius.
A hundred nineties off two hundred, I gotta thank Jesus. I paid a dollar ninety-eight for every two pieces.
I paid cash for the whip, I don't do leases. Nigga, why you in your feelings?
-'Cause your bitch creepin'. -Yo, I made it happen all by myself.
Man, I put niggas on even though they ain't help theyself.
Damn right, I start to feel myself. Man, grab a Pyrex, man, that dope ain't gon' whip itself.
Where I'm from, it's every man for self.
I'ma be the one to push it, man, that ain't gon' push itself. I make niggas wanna kill theyself.
My bitch burnt her homegirl, I fucked her both, she wasn't gon' fuck herself. I lost my mans, you don't know how I felt.
Man, grab a pop from the store, that lean ain't gon' sip itself.
Pants stay saggin', never rock a belt.
I slept in spots overnight 'cause them spots wasn't gon' rock theyself