Crash Rarri - Snowfall

I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy
I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy
(Yea Yea)
I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy
Now they see a nigga getting money I got plenty
(Yea)
Fuelz Got That Heat
I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy
When you get that pape out the gate they get friendly
Everybody wanna see you win until you winning
Treat a pussy nigga like my son, who you kidding?
I don't shoot the ones, got a nigga that a kill him
I aint never touched him, this choppa it a feel him
If you got that drank bring it here we a seal them
Better say the right number pussy nigga we a steal them
Use to bring shiesty out
Now I bring the baddies, and the addys, and the caddies out
Now I bring the hoes wit the bows and the fatties out
Use to think a hundred thousand dollars was a large amount
Until I saw my bank account
We can make it snowfall
Tell em bring the franklins out
Baby pull yo skirt down
All that ass hanging out
I just hit her body up
Guess a nigga tank'n out
Sold that nigga dry wall
That is how you fake em out
two truccs filled with bad bitches, how you bring em out
Walk into the house dicc out, who we scouting out?
Skub came with the mushrooms, now I'm psychin out
Big 42 let it swing, now we strike em out
Hol up hol up hol up hol up
Aint you RARRI boy!
Aint you one them frontline niggas
Aint you Dolla's boy?
I can get you punchlined nigga, leave em on the floor
I can get you lunch lined nigga, tell em up the score
Ask yo baby momma what she want
She said she wanting more
She been louie buccle belt tuggin
Since we hit the door
Only flying bitches and they friends
If they all some whores
Middle of the party get it started get on all fours
Only reason why that girl dont like me
I dont call more
Only reason why that boy dont like me
He dont ball more
Smaccin white balls to yo city, doing par 4s
Crime pays guess a nigga finna break the law more
I used to think they was against me now I know it's envy
When you get that pape out the gate they get friendly
Everybody wanna see you win until you winning
Treat a pussy nigga like my son, who you kidding?
I don't shoot the ones, got a nigga that a kill him
I aint never touched him, this choppa it a feel him
If you got that drank bring it here we a seal them
Better say the right number pussy nigga we a steal them
I use to let yall get yalls shit off
I aint never criss cross
Now I heard you niggas talking down
Now I'm pissed off
I'm the hottest nigga from Columbus
Like I'm in Christoph
If I put this switch on
I can get you switched off
Boy please don't gamble with your life
We knoccin chips off
Yes I'll hit a nigga wife until my dicc soft
But I can't hit no broke bitch
Tell em that I'm fuccin rich
Talkin bout six figure hoes, 550 whips
Having so much motion, we can swipe for some new tits
Got a doctor credit that can turn you to a new bitch
In here whippin up a new baguette like its Ruth Chris
Ear rings dumb, but this cuban is a doofus
911 trynna find where my roof is
Call for the hoes follow us to the new crib
When you get a bag like this you can call dibs
Ashanti ass bitches in the crib acting foolish
If you really having all them raccs nigga pull em out
If you really having all them straps
Why you talk it out?
Poccet full of blues still snaccin at the Waffle House
Yea I got a move, but I can't take you unless you use your mouth
Playing with my zipper, dropping clues baby pull it out
We the ones that put you on the news
If you call us out
Tell em put RARRI on the flyer
Bring the ballers out
The easy way to lose yo fuccin life
Is to follow us out

Written by:
Derick McCallum

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