Wrong Place, Wrong time Lyrics – Veeze

Read the full Wrong Place, Wrong time 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 Bruce Wayne Coupe and Malice in the Palace, two other songs by Veeze.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I’ll wrong place, wrong time a n!gga
Put these n!ggas money under the light, it might be counterfeit
Watered down-ass n!gga like we washing collard greens
Give his hoe a collared shirt, make her do white collar schemes
I dropped out of college, but Jay and Dame ain’t sign me
Soon they cap and gown me, seemed like we start robbing
I can’t say I want that n!gga free, I don’t know if he talking
If doggy say he want that smoke with me, I bet I horse him
You see me with that hoe, it’s intercourse, yeah, of course, duh
My life is a movie, like Four Brothers, shoot the court up
My lil’ b!tches gotta have at least Benz’s or a Porsche truck
I don’t drink no coffee, went to Starbucks for a ice cup
Spin the bin, sign his ass to Vez’, leave him iced up
I need every penny that I’m owed like the IRS
N!gga, you better get a fu*king vest, they got head protectors
Hold on, let me check if this pill real, do the light test
I always got one eye on the money, now I’m Cyclops
I’ma serve him my dog, but I think I got nine lives left
Yeah, you got that wet-wet, but now I need some neck s*x
I done flew that P-jet more than a New York Jet
Think I need drug management, I’m the lean commissioner
Take his b!tch, he missing her, gone, milk carton pitcher
Filling out these answers, become Akorn representative
M pills getting the best of you, boy, look like you got sickle cell
He the type to snitch, can’t even stomach sitting in the cell
Who gon’ slip, he donkey, every day we playing Pin The Tail
Doggy ass ain’t fighting demons, heard that he was gay in jail
Fu*k you need my number for? You tryna send me fan mail?
Fu*k 12, just give me my wallet, I can post bail
Goddamn, n!ggas getting RICO and they free as hell
They say that we live in hell, I just want the zip in here
Take me to Balenci’ store, damn, they got some s*it in here
I know it’s front, why last, but I gotta end it here

Lil’ sis down to ride dirty, she think she Chamillionaire
I don’t wear no durag, I don’t do 360 deal
Twenty bands gone, wearing s*it that y’all can’t even spell
Seven on my back just like Kaep, I’ma take a kneel
Spin a n!gga block without no war, that was a lame drill
Once a n!gga tell the truth in court, I just can’t forgive him
Once a n!gga say he talk to 12, I don’t hear nothing else
Grown man ball, break a leg, I ain’t breaking sweat
Green face, brought it just like lean off a turkey bed
Cuddy drinking green by the box, call him turtle head
I just bought her Skims by the box, she look up to Kim
We just sipping glass-Tech red, you was a regular man
Thinking ’bout my first ten bands, had no facial hair
Young n!gga, I’ma feel endless with my face rare
Angel Reese TikTok, my son got my b!tch scared
You can drop me anywhere, a stove and some kitchenware
Box of baking soda, bet I come right back a millionaire
And I kept it lit up for the city, I ain’t even been in there
Once these n!ggas pay, text Caine, but we s*itty where
We tripping steel n!gga

[Outro]
Wavy Navy boys, we Can’t Be Fu*ked With
Lucky the Feds on that hot s*it with the lyrics, n!gga
I’ll really say something crazy
But I’m five up off a ten, lil n!gga
Look in the mirror, I ain’t in it