Unreleased Leak chords and lyrics - VEEZE

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[Verse 1]
That's [Dm]what crime do,
see these niggas
That's how the [E]mob [Dm]move[Em][C]
[Dm]
[C][Dm]
(BassKids, answer your motherfuckin' [Em]phone,
nigga)

[Verse 2]
These racks [Em]in my pocket,
that's what crime do
See my young niggas with me 'cause
that's how the mob [Dm]move
I turned the cream soda to a Piru
Look me head to toe,
everything I got exclusive
[Em]I get to know [E]a driver, I ain't tryna lose[Em]
She could fuck the square
nigga, had [E]to cut [Dm]her loose
My young niggas shootin'
like they run it too
Why you lyin' on my name
when you know the truth?
[Em]Connected with no plug
like the Bluetooth
All white truck but the seats
in the Soo Woo
Bitch [Dm]nig ga take him for his chain
he like New New
Granny seen my cup,
had to lie, said it's prune juice
[Em]I throw the deuce sign
when I blew it through
Seven Mile dog in the car with no roof, roof
[Dm]My hunnids turned blue, he got jumped,
then it's new crew
He ain't got no motion,

[Interlude 1]
make a thousand every blue moon
[Dm]
[C][Dm][C][Dm]
[E]More [Em]money, more power,

[Verse 3]
more sex
Asked that bitch,
"Where the throat [Fm]at?" at the door step
[Dm]Get yo' own, nigga, don't take
handouts from no man
Get the load,
hit the road with it, show yo' gold neck
Coppin' [E]blow, [Em]put yo' toes on it,
make some more grams
Let the poor two years old richer
than some grown me
[Dm]Press the gas, pressure on,
we can't give 'em no chance
Nigga lied in all his songs,
he ain't ever road ran
[Em]Get the chic[E]ken, make it grow,
[Em]I need [E]some more [Em]egg
Fuck, the lights out, I don't want 'em
broke, flip [E]the [Eb]whole bread
[Dm]The load just dropped, nigga, code red
Damn Veeze, you really slimed
that nigga? Sure did
I make [Em]that bitch hold the blicky
'fore we hold [E]hands
[Em]I make that bitch get up wit' you,
make you blow a ten
Hit the [Dm]Wal- Mart and swipe
giffys, my first gig
If she ain't down to stuff the bag,
that's the wrong bitch
Ugh, Gang, Gang, Ganger
[C][Dm][C][Dm]

[Verse 4]
[E]The [Em]way I lean,
break the laws of physics
He like Chris Rock dad when it
come to the spendin'
[Dm]Nev er did crime,
break the law in his lyrics
I'm high off yellow pills
like I'm flyin' on spirit
[Em]I ain't just rappin',
nigga, I'm speakin' from experi[E]ence
[Em]Be st rapper, you gon' see the white like
Brittney Spears and [Dm]that
Facetimed bro on the leer
geeked, seal rippin'
Gallery don't make me make appointments,
you a lil' nigga
[Em]Take seventy- fives,
still put chills in me
Give my bitch a thousand at a time
just for dealin' with me
Take [E]a t[Dm]housand beans to
these hillbillies
How the fuck I build a friendship
with pill sniffers?
[E]It [Em]be the [E]fakest niggas [Em]claim
in' they the real niggas
[E]I need the q[Em]uickest w[E]ay to
[Em]get up [E]to a [Dm]meal tick[E]et
[Em]I'm [E]tellin' [Dm]bro'nem chill,
they just want to kill niggas
These niggas think I'm famous,
I don't even feel different
Gang, gettin' richer, [Eb]raisin' to [Dm]a mill- er

[Verse 5]
Gettin' richer, mill- [E]er, [Dm]yeah

[Verse 6]
[E]Gettin[Em]' richer,
[E]rai[Em]sin' to a mill- er
Keepin' [E]distance,
[Em]dodgin' [E]pen[Dm]itention
Just to get what I got, he'll turn killer
You better keep some money comin'
just like [Em]your opinion
Keep yo' head up, it get realer and realer
So much dirt,
I forget [E]that [Em]we prayin' for forgiveness
[Dm]I'm glad I'm out the
game 'cause the snitches livin'
I put her on a wave like I live [E]in a river
[Em]Gettin' paid[E] for all the shit
I been through
Pourin' champagne [Em]on the [E]ground,
tellin' [Em]bro I miss him
[Dm]He lost his mind,
I don't know that nigga
Honest, trust, over lie, never over bitches
Tell the opps stay inside,
they get no privilege
I'ma need [E]a purple cane
when I'm old sippin'
Young [Dm]nig ga, got more
game then a old nigga
Stop smokin',
still droppin' dirty [Dm]dope mixes