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Mr. Snap, on any
Mr. Snap, on any
No you cannot get a feat
Man, that nigga he ain't P
Mr. Snap on any beat,if yo shit wack, can't get a feat
Wonder why these niggas pillow, talkin, but claimin' that they P
Wonder why these hoes be playin' with me, but I'ma let it be
If you don't wanna see me winning, bitch
Close yo eyes, yo potna he really fake and you know it ain't no disguise
Kick down the door just like karate, za got me up out my body
Shout out UNC, ain't talkin' bout Tommy
Shout out Slatt, that nigga slimy
Nah, I ain't hype shit, I been on that smooth shit
Why the hell you talkin' shit, and you know you ain't do shit
Man, I know your ass is sick, I heard that yo whole crew snitched
Nigga thought he was gon' get applauded, you ain't prove shit
But you did, showed em how to throw your life away
My nigga, you got kids
That shit crazy, it's a cycle, but that's just the way it is
When I have some, I'ma take care of my kids, and stand on biz
I'm so high right now, I'm on the moon, and I'm talkin' to Wiz
Yeah, Khalifa, do you smoke, are you a chiefer?
Shawty actin' like a diva, I want you, but I won't keep you
Cause deep down know I don't, cause deep down know, I don't need you
Ay, mm, mm, damn
And I know that I can take off
I feel like curry time to clutch, like this shit was the playoffs
I'm like ant with this shit, come on lil' nigga, let's go play ball
And all you niggas that be hatin' on me, man, I hate y'all
But, I hope God can keep you blessed
Man, I'm trippin, I can't rest
Say this yours, but I had yo lil' shawty leakin' through a text
One and three said, let's run this beat, and I hit him
I'm like, bet, finna be sponsored by Nike
Niggas tryin' to get this check
Fuck around, expose the pest
If I pop out, I'm up next
Nigga out with that new stick, it's my pet
Gone slide like a sled
Niggas mad, don't get no bread
Niggas snake, they be on Craig
I'm so fly, I feel like Greg
I'm so high, like I'm on meds
I got twins, don't got no friends
No thot, can have my pen
Rock out with chops in every hand
I was broke, ain't had no hand
Niggas hoes, they be FN
Rock out, fuck, fuck, fuck
This shit get cold, it be like damn
Mr. Snap on any beat,if yo shit wack, can't get a feat
Wonder why these niggas pillow, talkin, but claimin' that they P
Wonder why these hoes be playin' with me, but I'ma let it be
If you don't wanna see me winning, bitch
Close yo eyes, yo potna he really fake and you know it ain't no disguise