SnottyH!ll
If they Snotty, we catching a Homi
Snotty drop em, yea yea, drop em off for fun
Snotty pop em, uh yea, pop em em wit his gun
Snotty run, snotty runnin thru yo blood
Snotty chop em, uh yea, chop em til he gone
We lit that pack up, yea yea, there's ops in the air
Don't gamble wit yo life, cuz life isn't fair
Maison Margiela, I got paint on every pair
I got a quarter milli yea, in each my ears
Run it up, yea, I want it out the roof
I don't lie, yea I only speak the truth
I just wanna fuck, then I'm headed to the booth
She got my kids in her mouth, child on every tooth
I've been getting paper, yea Franklin's on me
Balenciagas on me, yea these chains on my jeans
Shawty off drank, yea she really wanna lean
Choppa hungry, empty a clip into yo fuckin' splein
Army truck, uh uh,spin back in the Jeep
Rockin a turban, uh uh, I'm feeling just like Yeat
We chose your casket, yea yea, now you 6 feet deep
Gucci socks, yea yea, g's up on my feet
Snotty drop em, yea yea, drop em off for fun
Snotty pop em, uh yea, pop em em wit his gun
Snotty run, snotty runnin thru yo blood
Snotty chop em, yea, chop em til he gone
Snotty drop em, yea yea, drop em off for fun
Snotty pop em, uh yea, pop em em wit his gun
Snotty run, snotty runnin thru yo blood
Snotty chop em, uh yea, chop em til he gone
We lit that pack up, yea yea, there's ops in the air
Don't gamble wit yo life, cuz life isn't fair
Maison Margiela, I got paint on every pair
I got a quarter milli yea, in each my ears
Run it up, yea, I want it out the roof
I don't lie, yea I only speak the truth
I just wanna fuck, then I'm headed to the booth
She got my kids in her mouth, child on every tooth
I've been getting paper, yea Franklin's on me
Balenciagas on me, yea these chains on my jeans
Shawty off drank, yea she really wanna lean
Choppa hungry, empty a clip into yo fuckin' splein
Army truck, uh uh,spin back in the Jeep
Rockin a turban, uh uh, I'm feeling just like Yeat
We chose your casket, yea yea, now you 6 feet deep
Gucci socks, yea yea, g's up on my feet
Snotty drop em, yea yea, drop em off for fun
Snotty pop em, uh yea, pop em em wit his gun
Snotty run, snotty runnin thru yo blood
Snotty chop em, yea, chop em til he gone
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Writer(s): Dominic Ferrante
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