Tony Snow

Is you a snapper or a rapper bill I don't even know
Come on

Is you a snapper or a rapper bill I don't even know
Is you taxin' on the real one that's for sure
Made more profit middle man in the blow than you saw off very load
My daddy was a bitch but I ain't never been no hoe
Still in that field my team just keep on runnin' up the score
Nine carrots in my Jesus piece just knock like nine bowls
All that hatin' that ain't good for your health
I be givin' the youngins hope
Was a jit drankin pepsi while my bro remix the coke

Threw a four back ion feel shit told my plug to send some more
Every time big bro left me the food I felt like Tony Snow
Yeah I want them bubs high again like I came off bluff road
And ain't shit for free at least a band to book a show
You gang or you not if you ain't then you can croak
Clutch her neck with one hand pull a hair back with the other as I stroke
Choke stroke choke stroke
All my bitches be high maintenance never fuck around with them lows
Is you a snapper or a rapper bill I don't even know
Is you taxin' on the real one that's for sure
Made more profit middle man in the blow than you saw off very load
My daddy was a bitch but I ain't never been no hoe
Still in that field my team just keep on runnin' up the score
Nine carrots in my Jesus piece just knock like nine bowls
All that hatin' that ain't good for your health
I be givin' the youngins hope
Was a jit drankin pepsi while my bro remix the coke

You spent a ticket on balencia I fuck that bitch in white Lows
I'm like boosie cross the track but I ain't never throw a four
Island boys finesse the city yeah I'm known for bangin' lows
All my pockets full you'll think I signed with the four
Told lil baby keep it pushing can't stand a begging hoe
Should've kept your mouth closed
finna lock my hair cause I'm tired of wearin' a fro
How you take that nigga serious didnt that boy just get exposed
Told ma I'm a real rapper it cost a grip to strike a pose
Im the method man come tappin' with me for that g code
Had the Mossberg in my Levi's back when Future dropped that Pea coat
All about the blues I been stacking up my c notes
I take this trap shit serious your baby daddy known for tellin' jokes
Silly rabbit ain't shit funny true religion down back in 2012
I ain't never did the bummy
Look

Is you a snapper or a rapper bill I don't even know
Is you taxin' on the real one that's for sure
Made more profit middle man in the blow than you saw off very load
My daddy was a bitch but I ain't never been no hoe
Still in that field my team just keep on runnin' up the score
Nine carrots in my Jesus piece just knock like nine bowls
All that hatin' that ain't good for your health
I be givin' the youngins hope
Was a jit drankin pepsi while my bro remix the coke



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Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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