Tesla Pill Lyrics – Veeze

Read the full Tesla Pill lyrics by Veeze from the album Y’all Won along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Veeze’s music, you can also explore Wrong Place, Wrong time and Bruce Wayne Coupe, two other songs by Veeze.

[Intro]
Yeah, n!gga, smack me when you see me, n!gga
Give them boys a reason to smack dirt on your lil’, stupid ass
I know you don’t know too much about violence, yeah
Gang, gang, yeah

[Verse]
Tell me you a b!tch, n!gga, you in your diva era (On God)
Money to me ain’t s*it, wipe my nose with hundred bill
I was just leaving your ho house, boy, check the Ring camera (Check it)
How the fu*k that’s your housewife? She still got pu*sy for sale (Ha)
Right now, I’m off a Tesla pill, I might have to park myself (Geeked)
Lil’ bro might need a stripper name, they took his chain again (Stripped his ass)
You cuffing a prostitute, she selling out of both pants leg (Just ho)
My chain like a fire hydrant, water diamonds, monkey wrench (Ha)
Don’t be mad at me, get mad at your boss, get your soul back, yeah
They offered the s*it to me too, but I never signed, I’m too bossy for that (Nah)
Ain’t stopping ’til I get a billy, idol like Hannah Montana dad (Get it?)
I can’t even be mad if they gossip about me, I hit that ho group chat (Hit all them hoes)
I’m all that they talking about, I’m paying my drinking allowance (You know)
She giving me brain for money, I feel like I’m paying for college (You know)

[I wild out and freeze the spot] (??), we went up to Wafi, I’m jewelry shopping (Okay)
You know what he called your crew, we
[switch] (??) as the watch, matching the outfit, yeah
Put your lil’ pride to the side, n!gga, you looking at me like a father (Hehehe)
I’m giving out game for free, twin, I’m ’bout to start (??) (I’m ’bout to start (??))
I feel like you talking to gangster, I’m getting you whacked, forget about it (Be done)
The players don’t want you around, you know they be fu*king yo— (Don’t say it) shh
I could fu*k up how you live, lil’ n!gga, it’s too many gangsters that love me (Stupid)
I ain’t no motherfu*king bridge, lil’ buddy, ’cause I’m the one do all that crossing (Huh?)
(??) might need the skin routine, I bust in her face now it’s bumpy (Hehe)
That b!tch that you with, she a head pro, you better not give her a tongue kiss
N!ggas policing they hoes for real, I feel like I’m watching White Chicks (What the fu*k?)
I’m in the truck like Draymond, with a black 23 on defense (??)
(??) like fed case, evidence is sealed still
You was still repping your younger days when I was a drug dealer, gunsmith

I’ma can’t be, I’ma not to be fu*ked with
Free lil’ Sheisty, put 70K earrings without his ears pierced
And I might just throw on the G-Way chain today because that’s twin ‘nem
Purple by the (??) 50 Cent crib, gang

[Outro]
You know what the fu*k going down, man
(??) out of line, man, (??), man
You know what the fu*k going down
I’m really hurting n!ggas’ feelings and I ain’t gotta say it
They not gon’ accept I’m the new king, but n!ggas feel this s*it in the heart, man, you know what the fu*k I’m talking ’bout
Ian smack me when you see me, n!gga