Lyrics:

Momma named me Sno but I’m on hot shit,
I been moving all this weight feel like it’s cross fit, 
Bag a bitch up out the store that’s how i shop lift , she wanna give me long neck like a ostrich,  Aimin at a nigga noddle wit the chop stick , who wanna order takeout we got him boxed in ,putting money on ya scalp boutta to chop skin , betta niqqa die tonight when I drop ten , gotta bitch wit a bad back all dat ass on it , tell dem bitches to bag bacc all this cash on me ,
I was broke I was garbage I had a trash moment , now I pull up wit big trucks & bags on me , I be chilling wit big crips w.flags’em ,Dey ain’t slipping Dey pop shit wit mags on em , my niqqas geekin they taking feet & put tags em, headshot got’em leaning we pourin act on em,
Then double bacc on em, 
I had to leave I wasn’t fkn wit the false love ,  all of this pain that I’m covering wit the top drugs , send shots to ops , slugs ,gloccs, holes in em spongebob in the box , Gucci Sox ,  got ya girl coochie hot , Wayne flow , feeling like a tunechi bot , slide thru blocks lookin like a movie dropped , wit Groupie thots , wit booty & booby shots , nasty bitch spit on dicc wit loogy snot ,  dumb as rocks , sorta like stewie pops , you  really are , I’m truly not the one to fk wit , deuce deuce inside in the  pocket when I’m in public , carrying a nigga head wit me just like it’s luggage ,
Only fly bitches but gah dam they buggin me , my bitch is black & yellow & sexy I call her bumble bee , hunnits bussin outta wallet who tryna humble me ,...
Who really fk wit me ,
I ain’t trippin I just hit the weed &let it be ,
& makin sure that every finger hold a diamond ring , read my horoscope it said I like the finer things ,, 
start a catalog & call it drip magazine,  make ya girl a star  & get some top behind  the scenes , im out hanging wit killers you hanging by a string , you at the end of ur rope how you gone tie wit me , I’m rockin jerseys on shores I feel like Pauly D, I give my bitch everything but an apology , then let her sit up on my head like an apostrophe, she let me suck her soul & now she teach astronomy, 
crazy head schedule me a lobotomy,   
You lookin ed , my pockets lookin like collard greens ,I’m wildin out & I notice ,
Feel like a nigga was chosen , pardon the water on my wrist , feel like I’m living through Moses , these niggas play wit me they go to sleep wit daisies& roses ,these niggas play wit me I’m bussin skull cavities open , these bitches wanna play wit me Dey tryna slip off the Trojan
I let her think she doing sumn then I skeet on her forehead ,   No Cap in my rap dese is real niqqa moments , x3

I just had to go n show you that you niqqas ain’t potent ,

THE BOX BOX

IM FLE

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TO ME SHE A FREAK

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Lyrics :

I get the bag , I want the gwap
I want a lamb I want a drop , 
I want some head I wanna Thot, 
Str8 from the bottom she give me the top,
I wanna bag,  full of dem raqs, I wanna spend it & make it right back ,
I wanna K ,I wanna Mac , I wanna make em think twice when he act,
I wanna sauce I wanna drip,
Now yo girl wanna come fall on the dicc ,
I wanna ball it’s all in the wrist ,
I wanna ball like LeBron #6
I wanna shine , open the blinds ,
Open ya mouf I’m a open ya mind ,
I wanna grind , you wanna spy , you wanna tell , you wanna die , 

I get the bag I want the gwap x4
I want a lamb I want a drop , 
I want some head I wanna Thot, 
Str8 from the bottom she give me the top,
I get the bag I want the gwap ,

I get the bag I want the gwap ,
Wanna seduce a bitch wit the knot ,
I wanna pull up all up in dem porches ,
I wanna make the horses in em Trot ,
I wanna ride around wit the fn,
Wannna turn a niqqa to a spot ,
Wanna ride around wit her best friend , wanna make me fk her for a hot ,

I wanna bag, I wanna Bragg you wanna hate I wanna laugh , I wanna splish, I wanna splash , I wanna wrist that’s lookin like a bath, I wanna count up glad I know my math , I wanna pull up clean on every ave ,  I wanna look like walking paper tags , I gotta get it cuz I wanna bad


 I get the bag I want the gwap x4
I want a lamb I want a drop , 
I want some head I wanna Thot, 
Str8 from the bottom she give me the top,
I get the bag I want the gwap ,

LeBron6

I Walk in the bank & go get it,
Then Come out wit 50’s , & Hunnits & bitches, Like Liu Kang she wanna come kicc it ,she ride it so fast I might give her a ticket , I spread it all out then i add it up ,
Salary Calories pockets fat af , casualties ima leave till they had enough,,  roaches slept where I slept  yea I had it tough, shooting dice in the Bando who want
the 6 / 8, niqqas is scary I’m betting it straight ,I’m out here grinding my bitch out  here whining , she cry me a river like I’m Timberlake , like Timbaland I beat it ima her shake , positioned in tha fetal cuz her stomach ache,  treat her like a diva fk her like a scrape , she wanna be official I might set a date ,
trapping out the fusion whipping like a slave , PD pull me over ima do the race ,
They gone catch a bullet for I catch a case , backyard track star hopping gates , till I shop wit black cards , & hop in raves,
Since my money dead I stack in the grave , resurrect it now a niqqa living paid , prime example of a niqqa on his wave,
I Walk in the bank & go get it,
Then Come out wit 50’s , & Hunnits & bitches, Like Liu Kang she wanna come kicc it ,she ride it so fast I might give her a ticket , I spread it all out then i add it up ,
Salary Calories pockets fat af , casualties ima leave till they had enough,,  roaches slept where I slept  yea I had it tough, shooting dice in the Bando who want the Big Ben ,
He want da bet back & I hit it again ,
I cheese & I grin , when I fk from the bacc,
Cuz her niqqa a pussy & she just a rat ,
Big worm wit da strap , the Mac on my lap, it’s  hittin like hands yea I’m letting it slap, shoot me a track & I’m making snap , 
Covered in drip like I just did a lap ,
If I ever go broke then I’m covered in black ,
Put a dot on ya head like a pin on the map,
Clutching the burner & clinging to  rap,
Cuz when I get famous I gotta shoot back,
Return to the hood wit that good in the packs ,
I’m from da bottom the top gone collapse ,
I’m from the bottom da top gone collapse

I Walk in the bank & go get it,
Then Come out wit 50’s , & Hunnits & bitches, Like Liu Kang she wanna come kicc it ,she ride it so fast I might give her a ticket , I spread it all out then i add it up ,
Salary Calories pockets fat af , casualties ima leave till they had enough,,  roaches slept where I slept  yea I had it tough,

LiuKang

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Mucca - Dom Dom Dom (Original Mix) [DAD010]

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