Veeze - GOMD Lyrics

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck you got into?)

If I had dollar for every time these niggas hate, I'd be rich like Jay and Ye
I got rich with Babyface, we came up just makin' plays (yeah)
Man, I feel just like Beyonce, niggas love sayin' my name
I can't back down from no nigga, I bring more smoke then Taylor Gang (shh)
I'm the G.O.A.T. dunkin' from the free-throw, fadeaway (hit that bitch)
Whippin' dope, make it Big Sean, you can't say it ain't (get that bitch)
I know if I wasn't that great they wouldn't even be throwin' shade (shh)
Say that shit come with the game, nigga, I ain't never been no game
I don't even wanna conversate, niggas lie right to my face (yeah)
I probably be under the jail, they knew how much crime I did today (damn)
Crybaby, Veeze use the hunnids wipe it away (wipe it away
I don't got change for twenty nigga, twenty ain't none' but change (you heard what I'm sayin')
I'm tired of givin' niggas game
I'm shoppin', coppin' medi', boy, I got this down in MIA (huh?)
This lil' bitch'll get a house, but, bae, I met her in L.A. (in L.A.)
I got Bloods in Bomptom, Crips on Slauson gon' make sure I'm safe (yeah)
Thottie breakin', glory gang, slimey, I should be ashamed (gang)
He done dropped a hunnid tapes, made no noise like Pootie Tang (what?)
Think my heart so icy, I'm like Shiesty, I'm like Gucci Mane
I'm down to a four a day, dirty water, Louie Ray
These stupid ass niggas must be freebasing
Young nigga, I was middle school hoes curate
Fast forward a nigga death date, make him meet his maker
Broke-beefin' nigga, make his momma throw a fundraiser
7 Mile popstar, bitch, I'm Justin Timberlake (wow)
Fuck-nigga throwin' salt but ain't never killed a play (oh my God)
Daydreamin' bout the Wockhardt in the 'frigerator (huh?)
Dawg livin' with a broke heart, heard I hit his main one (heard I hit, his main one)

Get off my dick, lil' bitch
Lil' bitch, get off my dick (get off my dick)
You ain't met a nigga rich like this
You ain't met a nigga rich like this (rich like this, ho')

He buyin' designer on sale, that be that country shit (what's it to him?)
She callin', wanna cheat on her man, that be that horny shit
Tell me you proud of me baby again, I need to hear it again (I need to hear it again)
I got the gang tatted on my skin, this shit thicker than thin (yeah)
I don't trust broke niggas, it is what it is
She bein' faithful to the kid but I never commit (come on)

Get off my dick, lil' bitch
Lil' bitch, get off my dick (let's go)
Get off my dick, lil' bitch
Lil' bitch, get off my dick (let's go)
I might be OG Sick
I might be OG Sick (I might be OG Sick)
I flip the band then I got rich like shit (gang)
Get off my dick, lil' nigga
Lil' nigga, get off my dick

Hatin'-ass nigga (ayy, man these hatin' ass niggas hate when a nigga rich like this)
All these niggas know what the fuck goin' on, man
(I'm like Justin Timberlake compared to y'all lil' ass niggas, man)
I don't got shit to talk about
(You know what I'm sayin'?)