Veeze – Broke Phone Lyrics
Artist: Veeze
Song: Broke Phone
Mm, hm
That sh#t red, that sh#t red (too gone, too gone)
Gang, gang, gang (n#gg#, what’s up, i’m in this b#tch, i’m in this b#tch with baby ski) (ski, gang, all that)
Top speed, n#gg# (to not ski)
On the broke phone, look, n#gg#
That sh#t red, that sh#t red (ayy, ayy)
That sh#t red, two hundred thousand, i still know the rules but in— (ayy, ayy, uh)
That sh#t red, two hundred thousand, i still know the rules but in silence
I’ll speak the truth, but the slimiest
No roof, but, still a mafia
Louis everything, but i’m proud of you
You can’t turn a motherf#cka against me ’til your dollars up
Codeine on the way, but imp sober for the day
I woke up at 8pm, how i make 100k?
I got really sick friends, do whatever to keep me safe
Happen so fast, they thought i paid
Bada bing, bada boom
I’m on drank likе cedar’s son
But they feel me, ‘causе i’m tune
I just hit a rapper ho’, my b#tch brought her in the room
Trackhawk tear up beverly hill, this a car not even meant for here
I got old #ss money, but that new sh#t got me here
f#ck everybody, everybody, everything, everything
Swear to god, like, i only want to keep a debt with you
Like, only that way (gang), you know what it is (forget about it)
That sh#t red, ayy, ayy
That sh#t red, ten hundred thousand, i still know the rules but in— (shh, gang, gang, gang) (ayy, ayy)
That sh#t red, ten hundred thousand, i still know the rules but in— (ayy, ayy, ayy) (yeah, gang)
That sh#t like six hundred thousand (yeah)
This that kanye check, they sent it through the wire (i swear to god)
I think i might give tedtalks, so many at our spot (huh)
We (crrrt), come take heads off your block, reporting live (frrrt, bow)
I pray one day i’m trustworthy, been slimy all my life (ski)
You see these n#gg#s i be with, that’s grazy gang, all time (gang)
My b#tch like chanel bags and gettin’ flowers on surprise (flowers on surprise)
And i’m on the road just getting these riches, but i’ll rob (but i’ll rob)
Right now its part twenty on my back like john collin
No cap, man, i’m fighting the key from now, feel like gervonta (shh)
Told her “take them skims off, let me be your ray j” (frrt)
Pape’ roll on me sky blue, salt and vinegar lay’s bag (skrrt)
Only time these n#gg#s show they passion when they hate a man (hatin’ #ss n#gg#)
My young n#gg#s tweakin’, no respect, they’d kill a maid, man
I’m just young, rich, junkie, cup so dark it look like slave land
I wake up so wavy, sometimes think i slept in a waterbed
f#ck everybody
f#ck— f#ck everything, n#gg# (f#ck everybody)
The f#ck going on n#gg# (f#ck everybody, f#ck everything)
And me, i’m purposely toxic
That sh#t red, two hundred thousand (uh)
Just two years ago, i ain’t even have all these problems (uh)
My life gettin’ low, oxycontin my only hobby
This four pole came to drive, taste like ice cream (shh, uhh)
This lame n#gg# lord of the rings, he cuffin’ a thotty
Me, i’m purposely toxic, need to stop being so damn childish
I ain’t gotta move my hand, move a thousand grams just off my posture (gang)
This lil’ b#tch so bad, might get a bag just how she arch it (uh)
It’s not training day, want to see my stash, gotta pull a carpet (beep, beep)
It’s a tag on his head, leave him on the glass like card deal
Sorry i don’t 〈.?.〉 wockhardt my only broad, n#gg#
See my stash and cry, man, that b#tch my joy and pride, damn
f#ck everybody, everything
Wavy navy gang
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Release Year: 2023