Uline lyrics

[Chorus: Veno]
I keep the mask on
I dun got sick of these n*ggas pretending Cuz really cuh im bout to spazz on em
I’m just goin get it my n*ggas is wit it we winning And Den keep the cash on em Yeah
Pass to my dawg he go Really the squad was all we know
Just some young n*ggas from Largo

They testing me dawg
Really why these n*ggas next to me dawg
Cookin it up yes Got the recipe dawg
Why you so stressed You ahead me Nah you ain’t selling me dawg Y’all n*ggas real different
More for the optics than real winning
Y’all just goin do it for likes
And do it for hype
Yall Copy and steal gimmicks

[Verse 1: Veno]
I just can’t cope with these n*ggas It’s poppin they copy it
Hoping they listen & stop with the jockeying
Focused on his sh*t you ain’t goin reach top cuz ya
Scope is too broken to notice ya flopping
My talent the lick
Silly rabbit tapping trendy tactics tryna win off the trix
Y’all can have it boy we chasing classics give a f*ck bout a hit
f*ck what you meant
Don’t ever stutter utter nere nudda mutter nothing to me
Colored hair y’all can’t make me a meme
Let em stare while we f*ck up the scene & go
I keep them hoes on a need to know
Spot at the top what We feigning for
We deemed to blow
Equip with the TNT the Best sh*t from the DMV
I keep the mask on
I dun got sick of these n*ggas
In bout a year I won’t hear from these n*ggas 'They just goin get it and pop up and fizzle
How you a trapper don’t know how to flip it
Boy you be acting we know you pretending Kidding living
f*ck is they saying
I just can’t take it
No I can’t fade it
That sh*t contagious
[Chorus: Veno]
I keep the mask on
I dun got sick of these n*ggas pretending Cuz really cuh im bout to spazz on em
I’m just goin get it my n*ggas is wit it we winning And Den keep the cash on em Yeah pass to my dawg he go Really squad was all we know Just some young n*ggas from Largo

They testing me dawg
Really why these n*ggas next to me dawg
Cookin it up yes Got the recipe dawg
Why you so stressed You ahead me Nah you ain’t selling me dope Y’all n*ggas real different
More for the optics than real winning
Y’all just goin do it for likes
And do it for hype
Yall Copy and steal gimmicks

[Verse 2: Mo]
FaceTime sessions with D Wolley tho
That’s my bro we go way back to largo rd
Talking polos and navy cargos Ho
Bro held down for a decade or so
Shooting for birdie most y’all n*ggas sub-par
Stay away so it don’t rub off been ducked off
Seen too much I had enough of
Stay low had get the funds up
Had to get back on my sh*t
I ain’t been feeling these n*ggas nah
Yeah that’s probably why I don’t answer calls
All my n*ggas just stacking we too involved
We been patient been waiting for way too long
I been learning from all my rights and wrongs
Yeah been quiet for way too long
Kept the the mask on yeah
If I go out it’s Cleo on Set it off
Cuz my Pen put an end to these n*ggas
I’m Hoping the game don’t turn me to a killer
Cus too many nights we had ramen for dinner
Too many n*ggas I’m peeping pretenders And they real agendas Show love but against us
The party just started this sh*t far from finished n*gga
Not from Hollygrove but no ceilings n*gga
Fraud n*ggas sick feed em penicillin
This just beginning n*gga
Locked in on the mission n*gga
The n*ggas be switching positions so I keep my distance with em f*ck em
I ain’t never need fake love
So if you ever gave it you can have it back
Gang run this sh*t like running backs
If I call my cadence then they going snap
Please don’t make me play quarterback
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