Signed A Napkin

By Veeze

On Worst Tape

Released on October 17, 2025

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[Intro]

Gang gang

Worst day ever, you dig?

Yeah

Mirror, mirror, the nigga got ten milli'

Probably ain't slept in days, used to dream 'bout me

Chill out

Watch this lil nigga (This "The Worst Tape")

Yeah


[Verse 1]

Mirror, mirror, that boy worth ten milli' (On my momma)

I ain't slept in days, she still dream about a nigga

Don't live my lyrics, you'll probably go to hell with me

I got a bitch under a spell and she just met me

I got a time machine, this Louis bag from '07

I been a body baggin' nigga, how you starin'

Pants ripped, shirt ripped just like I'm beggin'

God give me nine lives, still ain't gettin' married (Never)

Is it money? Go catch a hat, you want respect (Yeat)

I'm havin' checks, just numb' it like you track a package (For real)

I can't ride 'round like Pac, we got blick method (Yeah)

Your lil ass ain't read your deal, probably signed a napkin

I'm really bossy, you havin' bankroll reduction

I'm gettin' worse, she textin' a bunch of cuss words

I overdid the Chrome glasses, what your buff worth

He dressin' like me, but he late five summers

Double up cup, I'ma lean like my back hurt

You ain't heard 'bout gang, boy, you crooked like a pastor (Yeah)

Sexual harassment, she send pics I ain't ask for

I'ma sip my dirt by my lonely, don't be rattin' on me

$20K in Louis, IRS made me sign somethin'

Can you hear me baby, I got rich, I ain't from Biltmore

I need yellow diamonds in my seven, nigga, keep snow

I don't want no key to city unless that bitch a kilo

I'm a cocaine cowboy, we livin' like Sopranos

My diamonds knock your bitch out just like Claressa Shields

Gone and pump your brakes, lil' bro, I'll break your ego

I'll spend it 'til you go broke, then go and steal your main hoe


[Interlude]

Take your bitch, nigga

Yeah, nigga

I'll spend it 'til he go broke and go and sell his main hoe (Fasho)


[Verse 2]

Drop a quarter milli', bully niggas, we ain't into smoke (Yeah)

He just moved a thousand Roxies, to me that's a baby load

Tell me what your drank cost, don't tell me what you paid for

I shop while the store closed, I'm livin' like a CEO

I can't sell my personal drugs, don't you take it personal (Yeah)

He talk to the police, he better go make a love song (Better go make a love song)

Almost cut my thumbs off, I'm throwin' fours, my pants full

If I don't fuck first night, it must not be true love (Yeah)

All my bitches got a Porsche or Benz, you better boss up (Better boss up)

He won't get his streams, it's so bad, he'll get shot for it (He'll get shot)

Boy was only famous like ten minutes, guess his time up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dog was only rich about a week, that's in the Guinness book

This shit ain't your best bet, you better go to your sportsbook

She stole so much drugs, bruh, her panties in the paperwork (Damn)

I just don't break girl's hearts, lil' nigga, I'll break yours


[Outro]

Better get your M's up, you can't talk to me, nigga

Why niggas be ballin' for one summer, man

See, am I the only nigga know what the fuck goin' on?

Can't Be Fucked With boys

4PF brothers only, Wavy Navy

Can't go against, can't get with, can't be fucked with

Can't be, can't join, nigga, dirty shit