"(SKIT) Vet Radio" lyrics
(Trapaholics mixtapes)
(Hoodrich)
Nigga, I know you hear me out here knocking on this motherfucking door
And I know you hear that goddamn loud-ass fucking alarm
I know your ass ain't still sleep
With your lazy-non-having-motion-dirty-dusty-booty-sleeping-all-goddamn-day ass
Nigga, get your ass up
Good morning, Atlanta, from Zone 1 to Zone 6
This is the host of VEP, not the PET
Checkin' in on the PIMP show on Crash Dummy Radio
I don't know about you, but it Friday, baby
We got the old-schools outside, we got the trap goin' crazy
I got trappers on the line, I got strippers on the line
I got niggas outside right now passin' out flyers for the club tonight
I got a booty shaker on the line right now
Baby, tell me what you want these lame-ass niggas to do so they won't crash out on you
Hello?
Hello? Ayy, man, what's up?
What's your name?
It's your girl, Matty with the fatty
Oh, Matty with the fatty, where you from, baby?
From the motherfuckin' eastside
Okay, and what you wanna tell them broke-ass niggas tonight when you see them?
I'm just callin' in to go and let the fellas know that they need to come down and spend a lil' honey bun with your girl tonight at Strokers
Now if you ain't tippin', nigga, you're trippin', get your pay up or stay home
I'm tellin' you, get your money up, not your funny up, baby
But where they can find you at, baby?
Make sure that you guys follow my cookin' page on Instagram at mattyk
Also, I do CPNs and I have a OnlyFans
Right now, I got a special goin' on that's thirty-percent off until the end of the month
And I make movies, fuck with me
Okay, okay, okay
Ayy, look
Ayy, we gotta trap buggin' all the way from Zone 1, Zone 3, to Zone 6
Know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, my buddy on the line, he say he the trapper of the year, man, what you got for me?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's your name, my boy?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin'?
It's your boy Money Missile
Okay, where you from, Mon?
From Gresham Road, but I'm at Gresham pizzle after dizzle
But it Friday night, so I know your line finna be bangin'
What you gotta tell the nigga that 'bout to trap with you?
Get at me, man, hey, man
For you exotic smokers, you can come get you a three-five for seventy-five
But for heat-seekers, you can get you a three-five for fifteen, holler at me
Three-five for fifteen? Where the hell they do to that?
But, hold up, DJ, turn the radio off
Okay, okay
Ayy, do not call me 'bout a gram, 'kay?
Don't call him 'bout a gram, baby
Ayy, this is your motherfuckin' host
The VET, not the VET
Checkin' in on Crash Dummy Radio Show
Hey, man, it's Friday night, baby
Forever I Love Atlanta, I told you, I got the strippers, I got the trappers
I'ma be in there fresh as hell
Ayy, I'ma be wearin' the right clothes to get your old, my mouth closed
So, hey, don't meet me there, beat me there, check
Crash the radio
(Hoodrich)
Nigga, I know you hear me out here knocking on this motherfucking door
And I know you hear that goddamn loud-ass fucking alarm
I know your ass ain't still sleep
With your lazy-non-having-motion-dirty-dusty-booty-sleeping-all-goddamn-day ass
Nigga, get your ass up
Good morning, Atlanta, from Zone 1 to Zone 6
This is the host of VEP, not the PET
Checkin' in on the PIMP show on Crash Dummy Radio
I don't know about you, but it Friday, baby
We got the old-schools outside, we got the trap goin' crazy
I got trappers on the line, I got strippers on the line
I got niggas outside right now passin' out flyers for the club tonight
I got a booty shaker on the line right now
Baby, tell me what you want these lame-ass niggas to do so they won't crash out on you
Hello?
Hello? Ayy, man, what's up?
What's your name?
It's your girl, Matty with the fatty
Oh, Matty with the fatty, where you from, baby?
From the motherfuckin' eastside
Okay, and what you wanna tell them broke-ass niggas tonight when you see them?
I'm just callin' in to go and let the fellas know that they need to come down and spend a lil' honey bun with your girl tonight at Strokers
Now if you ain't tippin', nigga, you're trippin', get your pay up or stay home
I'm tellin' you, get your money up, not your funny up, baby
But where they can find you at, baby?
Make sure that you guys follow my cookin' page on Instagram at mattyk
Also, I do CPNs and I have a OnlyFans
Right now, I got a special goin' on that's thirty-percent off until the end of the month
And I make movies, fuck with me
Okay, okay, okay
Ayy, look
Ayy, we gotta trap buggin' all the way from Zone 1, Zone 3, to Zone 6
Know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, my buddy on the line, he say he the trapper of the year, man, what you got for me?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's your name, my boy?
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's happenin'?
It's your boy Money Missile
Okay, where you from, Mon?
From Gresham Road, but I'm at Gresham pizzle after dizzle
But it Friday night, so I know your line finna be bangin'
What you gotta tell the nigga that 'bout to trap with you?
Get at me, man, hey, man
For you exotic smokers, you can come get you a three-five for seventy-five
But for heat-seekers, you can get you a three-five for fifteen, holler at me
Three-five for fifteen? Where the hell they do to that?
But, hold up, DJ, turn the radio off
Okay, okay
Ayy, do not call me 'bout a gram, 'kay?
Don't call him 'bout a gram, baby
Ayy, this is your motherfuckin' host
The VET, not the VET
Checkin' in on Crash Dummy Radio Show
Hey, man, it's Friday night, baby
Forever I Love Atlanta, I told you, I got the strippers, I got the trappers
I'ma be in there fresh as hell
Ayy, I'ma be wearin' the right clothes to get your old, my mouth closed
So, hey, don't meet me there, beat me there, check
Crash the radio
