Lyrics from Snippet 1 & Snippet 2

[Veeze]
You the type to argue with them n***as while y'all on Live
I'm the type to that bitch a text, like, "Let's go shoppin'"
It's just me and twin, pourin' fours like it's one line
I just served some pills to some kids look like BabyTron
Word, I'm the highest in the room, I'm like Travis Scott
I'm a real 7 Mile dog, I ain't Papa Doc
These hoes want me to theyself, man, they boxin' out
That bag better not be short a gram, we gon' tie you up
Boy made his first ten grand, yеah, let's clap it up
You could travel all around the world, thеy can't fuck with us

[Brezden]
I'ma get an AP and hold it up like Shedeur
Disrespectful motherfucker, I ain't finna hold a door
Disrespectful motherfucker, I ain't never did a chore
Said he wanna lock in, then get me somethin' from the store
He a store runner, the only way I'm goin' forward, like a forerunner
He could only hit the thots, he a whore hunter (He a-, what?)
He could hit the rim, that's a short jumper (Free)
He blew it all, had a short [summit?] (Damn)
Skinny motherfucker, buffs on but I got no muscle
I get on the beat and talk shit, I'm like a drunk uncle
Brezden on the 'Gram, name buzzin' my cut [?]
Diggin' in her deep, in her phone is the gut shuffle
In the quarantine, NBA, 'cause her butt bubble
Need a quarantine, get away, got a sickness (Get away)
I could smell the fake, get away, got a sixth sense (Get away)
Talkin' so much shit in the booth, I need six mints (Talk shit)
Shit, I hear that you miss every shot you don't take
Damn, how they still sleepin' on me? When they gon' wake? (How the hell?)
Bitch, I ain't Aubrey Graham...