Gallery Dept
Gallery Dept

Babyface Ray ft. Veeze - Gallery Dept Lyrics

Exploring the intricate dynamics of street life, affluence, and fame, the artists delve into their personal experiences with success and the challenges it brings. The lyrics portray a narrative of ascension from humble beginnings to a life of luxury and… Read more

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Gallery Dept Lyrics

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 bitches mad at me
And I gotta keep an N, all these niggas gon' laugh at me
Fifty on my neck, fifty on my wrist
I'm roundin' off, it's really ninety-six, you little petty bitch
"Man, that nigga 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 fuck with Webster, rather go to Kith
Call my nigga Pucci, I'ma pull up to the Knicks
I done got my money right, they can't tell me shit, ayy
Unfuckwitable, baby girl a cannibal
I be with the Runtz Gang, gave your bitch an edible
Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot
Me and Skeddy turned the White into the dopehouse
Baby, fuck 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 fuckin' ghost town
Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', bitch, it's Motown
Young Berry Gordy
She done fucked the whole gang, that shit is very horny
She just want the clout, when we fuck, she say, "Record me"
Hell yeah, I did it, made a sex tape
OVO, Bape, still ain't met Drake

Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock' at?
My bitch don't never buy no sneakers when she shoppin'
Come to my trap, got white and black just like a Sox hat
My niggas 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 bitch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at
Nigga, I don't play with niggas
Nigga, I don't pay for bitches
Nigga, I don't hang with snitches
I'm part of the Navy, nigga
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 bitch, gotta pay the difference
Lil' nigga keep sneak dissin', I'm sendin' Diego to slay your bitches

Writer(s): Marcellus Register, Karon Vantrees
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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What is the Meaning of Gallery Dept?

Exploring the intricate dynamics of street life, affluence, and fame, the artists delve into their personal experiences with success and the challenges it brings. The lyrics portray a narrative of ascension from humble beginnings to a life of luxury and prominence. This is evident through references to expensive jewelry, designer clothes, and other symbols of wealth. However, this newfound prosperity doesn't shield them from conflict; they grapple with betrayal, rivalry, and the constant need to prove their authenticity. The song also highlights the artists' loyalty towards their friends who were there during their struggle. Overall, it's a candid reflection on the duality of success in an unforgiving environment where one's past can coexist with present achievements.

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