Mister Jay
We gon do this bitch one more time
Brrrt Aye
DG Yeah
I don't like niggas so a nigga better not play with me cause I don't fight niggas
Think I got a Glock addiction cause my fingers like triggers
Told these niggas better not fuck with Snow or that's your life nigga (Oh that's your life)
Yeah that's your life nigga
I came up off selling drugs and stealing shit
Mask down gloves on bitch I'm really drilling shit
Lil hoe hit my line said she got cash I'm really selling dick
Say she got a nigga but I bet she still gone let me hit (goddamn these hoes ain't shit)
They ain't worth a damn they ain't even worth your time
Sent a bitch right to the crib with 5 so she can drop the dime
That's why I can't trust a hoe I always got to keep me nine
Cause I know what I do inside the dark gone come out to the light
Lost a bag and got it back quick
Plug just dropped the load off so I made it do a back twist
These niggas be pussy and some posers so I call they ass a actress
Safe ran out of room so I put bands inside my mattress
Yeah I been that, Nigga play with me I find his block and I'm a spin that
Any nigga think I'm pussy must be smoking on that crinack
Don't forget that you ain't bulletproof
This Glock gone push your wig back (where your wig cap bitch)
Went right back to trapping bitch I got to catch a play
Ain't no conversation if that shit won't get me paid
Ain't no sense in judging I just call a spade a spade
I told that bitch if she not fuckin Ima make a trade
Cause I don't need her
I don't want no goody two shoe bitch I wanna eatcha
Dragons on my bitch so on my left wrist it's a Frieza
This bitch ain't got shit I need so I had to delete her (Goddamn)
Bitch you got to go I ain't tripping off no pussy I already fucked before
All these bitches wanna fuck me and they getting harder to ignore
If you won't do it I know 6 who will cause I got plenty whores
Bitch go head and hit the door
All my bitches bad
Let a nigga play then he get popped just like a tag
Niggas know I'm Crippin I don't need to wear my rag
Been outside all day bitch I been tryna chase a bag
Tryna run these racks up baby I don't plan on stopping now
If you playing with the gang we loading up and walking down
I got hoes that call me Mister Jay I still ain't never been a clown
All my hoes gone let me have my way
I tell them when I'm back in town
Brrrt Aye
DG Yeah
I don't like niggas so a nigga better not play with me cause I don't fight niggas
Think I got a Glock addiction cause my fingers like triggers
Told these niggas better not fuck with Snow or that's your life nigga (Oh that's your life)
Yeah that's your life nigga
I came up off selling drugs and stealing shit
Mask down gloves on bitch I'm really drilling shit
Lil hoe hit my line said she got cash I'm really selling dick
Say she got a nigga but I bet she still gone let me hit (goddamn these hoes ain't shit)
They ain't worth a damn they ain't even worth your time
Sent a bitch right to the crib with 5 so she can drop the dime
That's why I can't trust a hoe I always got to keep me nine
Cause I know what I do inside the dark gone come out to the light
Lost a bag and got it back quick
Plug just dropped the load off so I made it do a back twist
These niggas be pussy and some posers so I call they ass a actress
Safe ran out of room so I put bands inside my mattress
Yeah I been that, Nigga play with me I find his block and I'm a spin that
Any nigga think I'm pussy must be smoking on that crinack
Don't forget that you ain't bulletproof
This Glock gone push your wig back (where your wig cap bitch)
Went right back to trapping bitch I got to catch a play
Ain't no conversation if that shit won't get me paid
Ain't no sense in judging I just call a spade a spade
I told that bitch if she not fuckin Ima make a trade
Cause I don't need her
I don't want no goody two shoe bitch I wanna eatcha
Dragons on my bitch so on my left wrist it's a Frieza
This bitch ain't got shit I need so I had to delete her (Goddamn)
Bitch you got to go I ain't tripping off no pussy I already fucked before
All these bitches wanna fuck me and they getting harder to ignore
If you won't do it I know 6 who will cause I got plenty whores
Bitch go head and hit the door
All my bitches bad
Let a nigga play then he get popped just like a tag
Niggas know I'm Crippin I don't need to wear my rag
Been outside all day bitch I been tryna chase a bag
Tryna run these racks up baby I don't plan on stopping now
If you playing with the gang we loading up and walking down
I got hoes that call me Mister Jay I still ain't never been a clown
All my hoes gone let me have my way
I tell them when I'm back in town
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Writer(s): Antonio Smith
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