Snot Nose
Hold up
Shirt up in the boxers, got a tool box
Got a ruler
Fashion Tommy, Prada hoes, everyday a new one
She like the ice I got on me, she compliment my gold fronts
Pop a little pill just to get myself a good buzz
Yeah
Ice cold
Uh, Yeah
Neck froze
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Came in the game
All of my brothers insane
Came from the bottom from feeling the pain
To gaining the fame
I was up at granny house cussing up a storm
Washed my mouth with soap but now she like fuck it up on tour
I'm on stage
Bring the rage
I been at this shit since eighth grade
I'm amazed
You can say
I got game
Triple H
While I body slam the Prada bag
VIP we in the back
Take a pill just to relax
You seem mad
I can't take it back
Said you got receipts man, all them days have past
You ain't got to hate but got to recognize
Leather jacket and some shades like I'm Wesley Snipes
Hold up
Shirt up in the boxers, got a tool box
Got a ruler
Fashion Tommy, Prada hoes, everyday a new one
She like the ice I got on me, she compliment my gold fronts
Pop a little pill just to get myself a good buzz
Yeah
Ice cold
Uh, Yeah
Neck froze
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Feeling like Giannis, I'm about my bucks
Came up from the gutta, now we in the club
Top floor, high beams
Bad hoes, G Strings
Money bags, Ice Cream
Diamonds going Bling Bling
Comin' from the block got nightmares that give me shivers
And I ain't going no where until you show me figures
I made the code, made the cult
They come to me for scriptures
Most of y'all magicians all y'all talk is smoke and mirrors
Got the Holy Ghost, Lord, don't condemn my spirit
I've been running laps, fastest way to get a million
And you don't make no sense
My stock got dividends
You talk about your life's a movie but it's just pretend
And I don't need no friends
Got brothers 'til the end
Bomber jacket in a Hummer just like fifty Cent
Hold up
Shirt up in the boxers, got a tool box
Got a ruler
Fashion Tommy, Prada hoes, everyday a new one
She like the ice I got on me, she compliment my gold fronts
Pop a little pill just to get myself a good buzz
Yeah
Ice cold
Uh, Yeah
Neck froze
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Shirt up in the boxers, got a tool box
Got a ruler
Fashion Tommy, Prada hoes, everyday a new one
She like the ice I got on me, she compliment my gold fronts
Pop a little pill just to get myself a good buzz
Yeah
Ice cold
Uh, Yeah
Neck froze
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Came in the game
All of my brothers insane
Came from the bottom from feeling the pain
To gaining the fame
I was up at granny house cussing up a storm
Washed my mouth with soap but now she like fuck it up on tour
I'm on stage
Bring the rage
I been at this shit since eighth grade
I'm amazed
You can say
I got game
Triple H
While I body slam the Prada bag
VIP we in the back
Take a pill just to relax
You seem mad
I can't take it back
Said you got receipts man, all them days have past
You ain't got to hate but got to recognize
Leather jacket and some shades like I'm Wesley Snipes
Hold up
Shirt up in the boxers, got a tool box
Got a ruler
Fashion Tommy, Prada hoes, everyday a new one
She like the ice I got on me, she compliment my gold fronts
Pop a little pill just to get myself a good buzz
Yeah
Ice cold
Uh, Yeah
Neck froze
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Feeling like Giannis, I'm about my bucks
Came up from the gutta, now we in the club
Top floor, high beams
Bad hoes, G Strings
Money bags, Ice Cream
Diamonds going Bling Bling
Comin' from the block got nightmares that give me shivers
And I ain't going no where until you show me figures
I made the code, made the cult
They come to me for scriptures
Most of y'all magicians all y'all talk is smoke and mirrors
Got the Holy Ghost, Lord, don't condemn my spirit
I've been running laps, fastest way to get a million
And you don't make no sense
My stock got dividends
You talk about your life's a movie but it's just pretend
And I don't need no friends
Got brothers 'til the end
Bomber jacket in a Hummer just like fifty Cent
Hold up
Shirt up in the boxers, got a tool box
Got a ruler
Fashion Tommy, Prada hoes, everyday a new one
She like the ice I got on me, she compliment my gold fronts
Pop a little pill just to get myself a good buzz
Yeah
Ice cold
Uh, Yeah
Neck froze
Wrist sick
Snot nose
Wrist sick
Snot nose
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Writer(s): José Tovar
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