Snappington
Why these bitches always tripping?
Man I swear they never listen
I ain't cuffing, I ain't kidding
Bitch my name ain't Eddie Griffin
I see niggas getting shady, Pistol Pete, I get to gripping
I been working on my jumper, when I shoot know I ain't missing
I been working the whole summer
Put myself in this position
Had to get up off my ass, get a bag, need some chicken
You just hanging with some bums in the street, now you a pigeon
Main bitch, side bitch, I cant lie don't see a difference
Don't remind me of my past
I can't do no reminiscing
Stephen Curry with the shot
When I shoot I get to swishing
All these punches I be giving, they gone call me Sonny Liston
Blame it on my tunnel vision
Only focused on the mission
How you niggas say you rapping
But ain't got no lyricism
Yeah yo niggas think you good
I don't share the optimism
Niggas sick I'm getting off
Somebody get em a physician
Really on another level
Took the Super Soldier serum
AHHHHH
I'm going crazy need a psych
But like my nigga Tay Roc say
Man you know that's light
All the things on my brain
I need a thousand gigabytes
Told you once before that your words don't excite me
Told a bitch I'm only bout that action
Call me Spike Lee
Really from the D
I be mugging like I'm Ice T
Really born in 93
Still a wear a white tee
Smoking on a pack of strong
Got me high as kites be
Yeah, Alright
Man who said that I was finished?
When I'm done I'm breaking records
They gone change my name to Guinness
Finna roll another L
Weed strong, Planet Fitness
If my niggas say we hooping
Then I'm dipping with the quickness
Always been a smooth talker
Used to swear I was the slickest
I'm the death to these rappers
Think I need a violinist
Death before they turned 30
Turned a nigga to statistic
Lifting souls with my lyrics
I just hit you with some physics
Like a skateboard, I'm on my grind, its getting tricky
Real city nigga, don't trust a soul, cause niggas iffy
Thick bitch, she be giving Dimmadome, like I'm Timmy
Got me in my feelings, I might hit a dance, like I'm Shiggy
Said you smoking on some za's, hit the wood, it ain't hit me
If it's money on the floor, I'm pulling up, like a middy
Tried to tell you I'm the goat, finna change my name to Billy
Told my Momma I'm the greatest, ain't nobody fucking with me
Man I swear they never listen
I ain't cuffing, I ain't kidding
Bitch my name ain't Eddie Griffin
I see niggas getting shady, Pistol Pete, I get to gripping
I been working on my jumper, when I shoot know I ain't missing
I been working the whole summer
Put myself in this position
Had to get up off my ass, get a bag, need some chicken
You just hanging with some bums in the street, now you a pigeon
Main bitch, side bitch, I cant lie don't see a difference
Don't remind me of my past
I can't do no reminiscing
Stephen Curry with the shot
When I shoot I get to swishing
All these punches I be giving, they gone call me Sonny Liston
Blame it on my tunnel vision
Only focused on the mission
How you niggas say you rapping
But ain't got no lyricism
Yeah yo niggas think you good
I don't share the optimism
Niggas sick I'm getting off
Somebody get em a physician
Really on another level
Took the Super Soldier serum
AHHHHH
I'm going crazy need a psych
But like my nigga Tay Roc say
Man you know that's light
All the things on my brain
I need a thousand gigabytes
Told you once before that your words don't excite me
Told a bitch I'm only bout that action
Call me Spike Lee
Really from the D
I be mugging like I'm Ice T
Really born in 93
Still a wear a white tee
Smoking on a pack of strong
Got me high as kites be
Yeah, Alright
Man who said that I was finished?
When I'm done I'm breaking records
They gone change my name to Guinness
Finna roll another L
Weed strong, Planet Fitness
If my niggas say we hooping
Then I'm dipping with the quickness
Always been a smooth talker
Used to swear I was the slickest
I'm the death to these rappers
Think I need a violinist
Death before they turned 30
Turned a nigga to statistic
Lifting souls with my lyrics
I just hit you with some physics
Like a skateboard, I'm on my grind, its getting tricky
Real city nigga, don't trust a soul, cause niggas iffy
Thick bitch, she be giving Dimmadome, like I'm Timmy
Got me in my feelings, I might hit a dance, like I'm Shiggy
Said you smoking on some za's, hit the wood, it ain't hit me
If it's money on the floor, I'm pulling up, like a middy
Tried to tell you I'm the goat, finna change my name to Billy
Told my Momma I'm the greatest, ain't nobody fucking with me
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Writer(s): Evan Ragland
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