Snooze (feat. Lil Dno)

Amiri jeans off the Burberry just want to show some plays With the yay's on see right through yeah these niggas fake Niggas out here pump faking put down your man's bape Super throwed you worried about a bitch nigga where yo cape 30 shots Mac 11 sharpshooter I'll hit you from range Put some green in my cup it make me feel like Bane Hop in a coupe smack tinted I feel like Bruce Wayne Sum like a knight in armor don't get yo bitch slanged Me and K had to hit the road it's to many sales Chopper spittin mouth dragon will leave a 100 shells I know my brothers gone be right there if I ever fail Pack after pack this that cali shit came in the mail On the road to riches tryna make it before the ship sail Niggas think they hard until they in that room then they gone tell It's a race to the top and you Niggas moving like snails Big body foreign in the deep end shape like a whale I'm tired of all the hate I'm tired of the fake love Remembered that I'm getting pape I had to wake up You niggas talkin bout it I really do it we get to it Bro just hit my phone and said the package fly in Put my yay's on for all the bull shit now I can see through it She overseas exotic now she speaking fluent I don't tell her what to do like Nike she Just Do It Why shoot at you it's me and bro that's into it Long live Chop see the opps then body's drop One two three four pockets they filled with knots I'm getting money a broke boy I am not Talking all that shit lil nigga yo breath hot That's the main reason we put his ass in a box Eeny Meeny Miny Moe which one of you niggas getting pooped If you a lil thot and you broke kick rocks You know we open 24/7 come shop Muzzle on the glock shot yo door in it's a grab and go He ain't showed his stash 556 left him six below In the kitchen sum like Franklin how I'm making snow Long live Chop promise it's a movement yeah until we blow This four nick turn you spiritual then hop in a ghost If you book us for a show on my granny we finna do the most Pack just landed yeah it's time to hit the road Even if it's not get in mode we finna stack these pros Feet bloody red by my pocket's stuff with some blues Done seen way too much you couldn't live in these shoes It's a SRT hell hound shooting finna be a pursuit It's a Buffet in the kitchen but no ordinary food Shorty said she want to fuck but I ain't in the mood Niggas out here talking dog shit but ain't got no proof Two twin chops like Max Payne we was born to shoot Better move careful before you kins see you on the news White bitch asked if I rap I said only bands Why she ask me that because her mans a fan She offered up a rack to hop on her only fans She used to skip class now she got a only fans Running up them bands like I understand Hopped on the trend and she brought her friend So me and bro tag team you know how that ends She look up smiling nigga with my cardi lens