Old Shit Lyrics – Veeze
Raw, unbothered, and dripping in quiet confidence — Veeze treats Old S*it like a closed chapter nobody else got the password to. He’s past proving himself, and somehow that restraint hits harder than any flex could.
Lyrics of Old Shit by Veeze
[Intro]
You know I—
You know what the fu*k going on, man
You know n!ggas hate, I really be—
Yeah (Haha)
[Verse]
Done saying I’m rich, n!gga ’cause I don’t talk about old s*it (I don’t talk about old s*it)
N!ggas swear I’m gon’ fall off, they gon’ keep being disappointed
I could’ve played for the Pistons team, but I keep failing my drug test
Nowadays I ain’t running game, she gon’ try to fu*k ‘fore I flirt with her
Walk in, how the light hit, man, my chaings shine like a bald head (Shine)
Painkillers in the Goyard, man, I treat it like a first aid kit (Uh)
10k for an outfit, too much aura, can’t blend in (Add me up)
(??) cost a new Drac’, got a 5 Gen and it (??)
Auntie get an eight a month, I’m just sitting, waiting for her refill
Ol’ Red in a cream soda, man, this s*it taste butter pecan (Woo)
That’s your hoe? I ain’t know, bro, got her name written on the throat list
Caught ’em lacking with his pants down, that’s your ass now, Mr. Postman (Bah)
Everyday like a birthday, got me feeling like an old man, yeah
Bring it back like a test drive, pu*sy weak and the throat mid, yeah
I just spilled a lil’ Quay cup, can’t cry, gotta buy again (Nope)
Trap (??) the same numbers, can’t lie, I don’t like 12 (Nope)
My bad, that’s your b!tch, dog? She just on the fu*ked once list
I’m the type to get you slimed out, post a pic like I ain’t did s*it (Slatty)
Truck diving, it’s a Maybach, feel like granny in a rocking chair, yeah
They was tryna shoot my lit wrist, they was tryna kill the president
Broke n!gga don’t say s*it, talk money, I don’t waste breath
Skipped right to the Hall of Fame, they should write my name in the Naismith
Steph Curry with a drink pint, ask around, n!ggas score from anywhere
I don’t fu*k (??) days, I don’t go to ’cause I did it then
Sure feel good to be here, Lam’ truck, Shawty Lo playing
Real playa, long pinky nail, brick stamped like we sending mail
Pu*sy good, got no smell, I ain’t kiss but she gon’ tell, yeah
Having stripes like Joe Burrow, having syrup like Cracker Barrel
Was chilling now it’s fu*k that, n!ggas hate, make ’em more mad, yeah
Hoes broker than some porch pirates, switch faster than a moped
Crew jumped on your coattail, my crew (??)
Baby bottle with the Chrome frames, lil’ Chuckie from the Rugrats
I was born in a drug lab, dope boy with a gold plaque
Crazy ass got no status, but he’s still asking where the hoes at (What?)
I done ran up a few mill’ but I’m trying to get a deal with Hov at (Know that)
See a n!gga getting backends now she wanna child like NoCap
I’ma ball like every night, you should put my name on your PrizePick
My bad, that’s your hoe, dog? She just on the fu*k first night list
Sipping drank while the plane lift, smoking drügs from the Cali’ trip
Wock’ sealed, all I want is you for Christmas like Mariah Carey, no cap
Meaning of Old Shit Lyrics
There’s a particular kind of confidence that doesn’t announce itself — it just sits there, unbothered. That’s the undercurrent running through Old S*it. Veeze isn’t performing wealth or clout; he’s already past that conversation. The real emotion here is quiet superiority laced with mild contempt — not rage, not celebration. More like someone who’s won an argument they didn’t bother finishing out loud.
That tone sharpens the moment you hit “Truck diving, it’s a Maybach, feel like granny in a rocking chair.” On paper, it’s absurd. A six-figure machine described through the lens of a grandmother’s living room comfort. But that’s exactly what makes it land — Veeze collapses the distance between extreme luxury and domestic ease so casually that the flex almost disappears. It works because it’s not trying to impress you. It’s just true to him.
Lyrically, the verse moves like a late-night stream of consciousness — short, clipped observations stacked without much ceremony. One can’t help but notice how little connective tissue there is between lines, almost as if each bar exists in its own sealed moment. That structure mirrors the song’s emotional thesis: nothing from the past is worth revisiting. The track leaves you feeling like you’ve been let into a room where Veeze is talking to himself, not to an audience — and that intimacy, however detached, is exactly why it cuts through.
Old Shit Song Credits & Production Details
| Song Title | Old Shit |
| Album | Y’all Won |
| Singer(s) | Veeze |
| Musician(s) | Tana (Producer) |
| Lyricist(s) | Veeze, Tana (Producer) |
| Release Date | May 22, 2026 |
| Label | Navy Wavy |
| Language | English |
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Frequently Asked Questions About Old Shit Song
Who is the singer of the song ‘Old Shit’?
The song ‘Old Shit’ is sung by Veeze.
Who wrote the song ‘Old Shit’ by Veeze?
The song ‘Old Shit’ by Veeze is written by Veeze and Tana (Producer).
Who produced the music for the song ‘Old Shit’?
Music of the song ‘Old Shit’ is produced by Tana (Producer).
When was the song ‘Old Shit’ officially released?
The song ‘Old Shit’ is officially released on May 22, 2026, accompanied by its official music video.
What album is the song ‘Old Shit’ from?
The song ‘Old Shit’ is from the album titled ‘Y’all Won’.
Which record label released the song ‘Old Shit’?
The song ‘Old Shit’ by Veeze was released under the record label Navy Wavy.
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