Can't Be Crete Boy

[Intro: Veeze] Turn my headphones up a lil' bit Yeah I'm the best to ever do it, nigga Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Veeze] Breakin' up happy homes, Chrome Heart made my coat These niggas behavin' when rappers around, they actin' like Amber Rose She a ho, so I couldn't propose, give a fuck if her name was Toast Every day, I re-up on the dope, we gon' drink us a cup with the fro Goyard filled up with the load, dirty money, I spray it with cologne Drive-thru, had the trap house rollin', first play with the head, she gold I make it so she get a swimmin' lesson, I told her to backstroke Yeah, you woulda thought I was a tennis lesson, I'm servin' my ZIP code I'm poppin' these pills, smellin' like weed, don't fuck with award shows He said he was standin' on business, but him and the opps had a convo I walk through the kitchen to get in the club, you standin' in line, broke Every day, dead fresh my closet, can't live basically, I'm dyin' slow I'm sippin' codeine by the pint, lil' baby, I'm sorry, I don't drive boat I'm throwin' it up in the club, the money you'd risk your life for I'm rockin' the Concrete Air Force 1, I can't put a price on it My twin got big-ass stones in the ear, look like he did a heist for it [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] My mama paid three thousand for a bag, can't even put her phone in it Paid two-fifty cash for gold Patek, ain't even have stones in it You niggas so soft, we cut them boys up and ain't got no bones in 'em Fuck around, fire, I spilled some blood all on my Chrome denim Nigga mad at me, be mad at your ho, what the fuck is wrong with him? Y'all took that front and unintentionally doin' a song with him I-T-S-U-S, anywhere, everywhere, nigga, we hot These niggas so lame, they rock they jewelry inside the house Ain't fuck with these niggas, I'm master, movin' around like a bastard Ain't goin' back and forth with no sucker-ass nigga who fill out FAFSA First nigga tug on my chain, make an example, make a disaster I like my hoes no face, no case, my bitch straight out Nebraska [Interlude: Lil Yachty] Swear to God I hate all these niggas On my mama Nigga, don't ever get it confused just 'cause it's paint on the nail, that motherfucker still squeeze the trigger (Brr) [Verse 3: Lil Yachty] Head-tap it, laid off in them tropics with some exotic shit Goin' out bad out the mouth come with consequences You a whole ho, we seen it on the celly cam Never catch me promoting weed on the Instagram I wish my bitch would try to pull a Larsa Pippen I just pulled up wood frames, rockin' Ken Griffeys Even if I could stop, I wouldn't abort the mission Bought that bitch a Tiffany bracelet and she started trippin' You can't call me lil' bro 'cause you ain't richer than me I just filled my tires up, goin' a hundred and sixty Gave the bitch a cool rack, had his ass pissy I don't usually do that, but that'll make her miss me Beggin' for her back, sneakin', I don't trust him Terrible matchup, think he fuckin' with me Hit his ass up like Dr. Miami Bringin' cash up, I'm in the sixties family M's [Interlude: Veeze] Yeah Gang gang Can't Be CB, Crete boy, yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 4: Veeze] Ridin' 'round the city, dirty one-liter with me These niggas like police dogs, nose in my business I know a nigga hustle harder and he one-legged We hop out suicide doors, the coupe got double letters Young nigga ballin' OD, they need to drug test me I'm in the field rockin' Chrome like Odell Beckham I bought my shit so much shit, I got caught textin' He just another dead goofy, he is not a legend My whole gang up, purple rain, no umbrella Mind got me paid off of kickin' shit, Lionel Messi White lady starin' at my chain, nice, how creative Glass pint slippin' out the bottle, ooh, Cinderella Walk down, tag a windshield like a car seller Kill a young nigga, make his ass meet his ancestors We just poured a pop, probably add what your stash was We don't wear no Goyards for fashion, it's cash in it, nigga