Snkrs
Trait Razor Biiitch!
You be takin shots but you ain't never got me
I be takin dabs out in Abu Dhabi
Bitches try and pay me with that body-ody-ody
I ain't sayin sorry
I'm in a Bugatti
All you smell is loud (loud)
I don't wanna talk (shut up!)
.40 stay around you can see it when I walk (Baow!)
Fishscale off the hook (flight)
Got it Off the dock
Lines across the bar LA bitches offer top (g-gimme top!)
I be off the top (Hey)
Top is off the whip (Hey)
They be check to check
I be flyin' crib to crib (yeaarrrrm)
Thousand dollar tab (Hey)
Blowjob in the cab (Hey)
Keep that cucci drippin til they throw us out the cab (Hey)
Put her on a leash (yeah)
Walk her thru the door (ohhh)
She get on her knees fuck her throat like she my whore
(bitch back it up)
I ain't do my job until she tell me that she sore (oooh)
She be makin' love
I be makin Porn
I been vibin' rhymin' my sins gettin' everybody faded
And these days these babes see ways three ways be a way of gettin everybody paid
an' She be hype to hit like I'm droppin on SNKRS
She be hype to hit like I'm droppin on SNKRS
Let her sip tequila lil taste of my reefer
She jus felt the Tip now she beggin' go deeper (deeper)
an' If I gave a fuck
I poured it in a cup
And toasted to the time I got until my time is up
Different color skin
Different kinda drugs
Pray I do enough I'll pay the price if it's too much
an' Yea I been fuckin' with a bad bitch
When she messaged me I thought she was a Catfish
She got sugar daddies cross the atlas
She my blues and my muse she my m-m-m-m-Madness
Gymnastic the traffic
Make that paper backflip
I can't take a loss shit is tragic
I said what I said I ain't sarcastic
Pussy fiends for my green This that catnip
I used to like who love me now I like who help me
Now there ain't shit that you can tell me til you cashapp or zelle me
I used to like me ballsy now I like me wealthy
I used to like 'em scrawny now I like 'em healthy
an' She be hype to hit like I'm droppin on SNKRS
She be hype to hit like I'm droppin on SNKRS
Let her sip tequila lil taste of my reefer
She jus felt the Tip now she beggin' go deeper (deeper)
You be takin shots but you ain't never got me
I be takin dabs out in Abu Dhabi
Bitches try and pay me with that body-ody-ody
I ain't sayin sorry
I'm in a Bugatti
All you smell is loud (loud)
I don't wanna talk (shut up!)
.40 stay around you can see it when I walk (Baow!)
Fishscale off the hook (flight)
Got it Off the dock
Lines across the bar LA bitches offer top (g-gimme top!)
I be off the top (Hey)
Top is off the whip (Hey)
They be check to check
I be flyin' crib to crib (yeaarrrrm)
Thousand dollar tab (Hey)
Blowjob in the cab (Hey)
Keep that cucci drippin til they throw us out the cab (Hey)
Put her on a leash (yeah)
Walk her thru the door (ohhh)
She get on her knees fuck her throat like she my whore
(bitch back it up)
I ain't do my job until she tell me that she sore (oooh)
She be makin' love
I be makin Porn
I been vibin' rhymin' my sins gettin' everybody faded
And these days these babes see ways three ways be a way of gettin everybody paid
an' She be hype to hit like I'm droppin on SNKRS
She be hype to hit like I'm droppin on SNKRS
Let her sip tequila lil taste of my reefer
She jus felt the Tip now she beggin' go deeper (deeper)
an' If I gave a fuck
I poured it in a cup
And toasted to the time I got until my time is up
Different color skin
Different kinda drugs
Pray I do enough I'll pay the price if it's too much
an' Yea I been fuckin' with a bad bitch
When she messaged me I thought she was a Catfish
She got sugar daddies cross the atlas
She my blues and my muse she my m-m-m-m-Madness
Gymnastic the traffic
Make that paper backflip
I can't take a loss shit is tragic
I said what I said I ain't sarcastic
Pussy fiends for my green This that catnip
I used to like who love me now I like who help me
Now there ain't shit that you can tell me til you cashapp or zelle me
I used to like me ballsy now I like me wealthy
I used to like 'em scrawny now I like 'em healthy
an' She be hype to hit like I'm droppin on SNKRS
She be hype to hit like I'm droppin on SNKRS
Let her sip tequila lil taste of my reefer
She jus felt the Tip now she beggin' go deeper (deeper)
Credits
Writer(s): Camillo Iacoboni
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