Veto (feat. 163 Lil Mar)

I don't know why these **** be playin

Fuck your gang ****, fuck your clan

And I don't give a fuck bout none of these hoes Don't attach my name **** not her man

I don't like that dissin

Whole time ****, be snitchin

All these **** be bitches

Bitch, I'm in the kitchen

Cookin' up meatloaf

Hoes be going shit, easy like free throw

my young **** pushin' pounds for real

All my young **** havin' them kilos

And I never trade on none of my ****

If I do, make that shit vetoed

P-T-M-D, know that's me

These **** broke your paper on zero

And your ho not your ho

**** don't die tryna be no hero

And Why every time she mad?

She wanna call me a weirdo

I get pape ****, I get euros

I don't give a fuck bout none of these weird hoes

She call me a weirdo, she get in her feelings

If you say its up, it get took to the ceilin

I heard he got shot, well I'm tryna shoot him again

And fuck up all his healin

Yeah, I'm from the Nap

I'm constantly callin' up plays

I'm somethin' like Nate McMillan

I told bro when I'm time for the drill

Shoot with two hands, get up close, we kill him

Shot in his head leave his shit on the pavement

Shit was so sick, how his blood was spillin

**** don't die tryna be no hero

I get most of my love from villains

They think shit's sweet, gone turn them to zero

I lost my dawg so duh, I'm drillin

They hear them shots, fa-fa, they peelin

This bro, you gon' die, i just don't recommend it

Don't recommend it, that shit dumb

Get poked up, I ain't got no gun

Ho can't make her mind, she choosin my patnas

We all got munyunn

Fuck **** keep playin' me like I'm green

**** ain't shit new under the sun

And I can't go from none of that shit

Can't get crossed like Iverson

Huh, I don't know why these **** be playin

Fuck your gang ****, fuck your clan

And I don't give a fuck bout none of these hoes Don't attach my name **** not her man

I don't like that dissin

Hold tight ****, be snitchin

All these **** be bitches

Bitch, I'm in the kitchen

Cookin' up meatloaf

Hoes be going shit, easy like free throw

My young **** pushin' pounds for real

All my young **** havin' them kilos

And I never trade on none of my ****

If I do, make that shit vetoed

Blow a **** block up just like C4

I'ma say per head and I don't need no

I ain't doin' no playin, I know where you stayin

Up my gun shoot through the peephole