Snow On Da Bluff (feat. Iamtk Peso)
You lost yo bag I'm still up
Big drum on the Glock call it Pun
We on yo ass you can't go nowhere or have no fun
They took one we took three
Niggas dying if its beef
I'm not guilty I ain't finna take a plea
Put that chopstick on him
Peso need you gone I'm sliding for my big brother
On the road wit pieces like a puzzle
How you get yo ass beat and yo piece was on you
Man down we did some shit but we ain't speaking on it
Riding wit it I ain't never slipping
Caught them niggas out and that shit ain't end pretty
Man these niggas even getting caught outside the city
Six choppas in the car six six hunnits like Breezy
Load the coin up I'm on the road wit it
I ain't worried bout the Opps I'm getting money out of town
The shoes that I got on you probably can't pronounce
Pull off on the boys they always tryna shake us down
We really shoot guns you don't want no problem with us
If you aint tryna smoke shit you ain't riding wit us
Faker than snow on the bluff one gun ain't enough
I'll get you smoked for the price of Runtz
Look
About a bitch I get her light as fuck
Eat the dick up without asking that's my type of slut
Two piece pull up wit that fire come and light you up
I heard yo bag running low you better tighten up
He want smoke then fuck it sign him up
Call lil bro to make a hit they think he signed to us
Running to that bag so long I ain't got time for nothing
End a nigga sentence quick if ain't no commas coming
Line them hoes up I want the baddest one
Niggas started running outta breath so as they had they run
Free Zell let my nigga out I wish he had a bond
Spend a check really been a catch you just catching on
Bitches pressed tryna be the next bitch I'm fucking on
Call the pits get to biting shit ain't no muzzle on
Ken pull up let the chop sing like a couple song
You know I'm shooting if I ever see my brother blowing
Bro good with the shot you should see his form
New Glock it'll send you up there wit the Lord
He saw his brother get popped and he aint come back for him
Black Buffs and they purple like the Ravens
New Glock black and stainless
I ain't coming I can't bring it
Y'all be talking all that shit but be snitching on them cases
We coming in we impatient
Everybody with me dangerous
We really step on shit that's why they hate us
Big drum on the Glock call it Pun
We on yo ass you can't go nowhere or have no fun
They took one we took three
Niggas dying if its beef
I'm not guilty I ain't finna take a plea
Put that chopstick on him
Peso need you gone I'm sliding for my big brother
On the road wit pieces like a puzzle
How you get yo ass beat and yo piece was on you
Man down we did some shit but we ain't speaking on it
Riding wit it I ain't never slipping
Caught them niggas out and that shit ain't end pretty
Man these niggas even getting caught outside the city
Six choppas in the car six six hunnits like Breezy
Load the coin up I'm on the road wit it
I ain't worried bout the Opps I'm getting money out of town
The shoes that I got on you probably can't pronounce
Pull off on the boys they always tryna shake us down
We really shoot guns you don't want no problem with us
If you aint tryna smoke shit you ain't riding wit us
Faker than snow on the bluff one gun ain't enough
I'll get you smoked for the price of Runtz
Look
About a bitch I get her light as fuck
Eat the dick up without asking that's my type of slut
Two piece pull up wit that fire come and light you up
I heard yo bag running low you better tighten up
He want smoke then fuck it sign him up
Call lil bro to make a hit they think he signed to us
Running to that bag so long I ain't got time for nothing
End a nigga sentence quick if ain't no commas coming
Line them hoes up I want the baddest one
Niggas started running outta breath so as they had they run
Free Zell let my nigga out I wish he had a bond
Spend a check really been a catch you just catching on
Bitches pressed tryna be the next bitch I'm fucking on
Call the pits get to biting shit ain't no muzzle on
Ken pull up let the chop sing like a couple song
You know I'm shooting if I ever see my brother blowing
Bro good with the shot you should see his form
New Glock it'll send you up there wit the Lord
He saw his brother get popped and he aint come back for him
Black Buffs and they purple like the Ravens
New Glock black and stainless
I ain't coming I can't bring it
Y'all be talking all that shit but be snitching on them cases
We coming in we impatient
Everybody with me dangerous
We really step on shit that's why they hate us
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Daniels
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