Veyster - Hall of Fame (feat. Brdwy Ev & Dreskii) Lyrics

Brodie told me take the risk, so I might just start scamming
Doggy up the pole, he can't shoot his stick jamming
Beefing over bitches, swear to God, you straight hamming
I done tossed a couple plays, yeah, I feel like Peyton Manning
Yeah, mm, I caught it, Odell
Your whole gang broke, they couldn't even pay your whole bail
I hit it and left, now she sad, nigga, oh No well
They say he ain't dead, but I swear to God bro fell
Niggas weird , niggas goofy, niggas clones Shorty only call when her nigga ain't home
But I really can't blame her, I'm the one that put it on
If I touch the pack, I'ma smoke it to the dome
I'ma smoke it to the face every time I don't pass
I be making plays on the field, I'm the real John Madden
Pussy boy talking crazy, I'ma have to smack him
Niggas mad at me, like this ain't the last chapter
Bitch, boy, I'm in my own lane
I know you mad, niggas broke, and the whole crew lame
Eye me at the function you'll get the whole crew flamed
That Veyster shit cool, but I really need a new name
If you speaking on my name, better show respect
I'm just trying to hustle, touch a bag, go and slide the vette
Only me and gang for real, yeah, f*ck the rest
I don't want attention, f*ck the clout, just run that check
Man, it's crazy, you start winning, then the people change
Flying in the Benz, high as hell, I'm switching lanes
Got that pressure on me, I ain't never flip no cane
Trying to ball like Mike, go ahead, put me in that game
Brody switched up, damn, that shit a shame Never gave a f*ck, though, still run it up the same
Brodie throw the Oop, I catch it like LeBron James
I just want the bread, swear to God, they can keep the fame
I'm going fast in the Mazda, I'm switching lanes
Take a trip to HTX to see Johnny Dang
Niggas think we fonking, but I can't beef with lames
Three all-stars put us in the Hall of Fame
F*ck the bitch, and then I make her take the walk of shame
Them niggas faking, and they raps, we are not the same
I love seeing Veyster turn around and spin the stang
This nigga at the mall almost made me cop a chain
Niggas high, he pass me the mic
Scotti two hotti in the blunt, passed it to Mike Sipping Truly Hard liquor at the party, I don't touch Mikes
I'm looking for you niggas in a cat, it's a dogfight
Niggas stole my whole bag
I ain't really tripping, cause I'm about to get it back
You can catch me at the flex, but I really like the trap
Yeah, I want a bad bitch like India, no cap
All I spit is straight facts, this shit be falling in my lap
Brodie like Computers, brodie staying with the Mac
Took the Stang up to Florida, me and Max, great naps
Me and Ant, plus some bad bitches running great laps
I ain't never see you with no pape
She already throwing pussy, boy, you ain't have to rape
I'm a vamp ass nigga, eat five-star steak
I'm a rich ass nigga, I like five-star plates
My watch say ten, aw shit, I'm running late
I don't wanna cuff a runner, swear to God, you niggas lame
I don't wanna fall in love, cause it all end the same
I wanna get rich and take off in the rain
Sippin wocky out the wine glass, I'm a real addict
Fantastic, niggas mad, you don't never get active
Brodie want my bitch, I ain't tripping, come grab her
Smooth nigga, pull her ass right off the glasses
Looking for some lean, I'm a fiend it's in a can Sprite
Niggas say they won't fold, but you went and took that stand, right?
Running around flex like, hey, Steve, he a Stan, right?
When you put it around that ten, make sure that the band tight
Smoking him on Thanksgiving, he a ham, right
27 on me, big 40, matte black
You don't be outside, only hard on Snapchat
Got at least a couple bands and a P in the backpack
Boy you down bad, on the book, getting laughed at
I want an AMG, to be honest, f*ck a scat pack
I'm the type to carry the whole team, got a bad back
Pop him on his ass, he running fast like he ran track
Uh, f*ck, that's so damn sad
You be with the hoes, I be out where the bands at
You be with the hoes, I be out where the bands at