Notti osama124 - Snowfall

Yo Ddot , just move, I'ma up in that crack-ass groove
Scream my P.T., we get put in a noose
Slide if it's risky, put a dick on a Glock, leave him pissed, see
Cut to the Facebook 50, one to the neck, good lil' bruv, hickeys

Run away, do him like Ricky, run shit down, better run away quickly
Tap in when I'm in yo' city, I'm the top boy, tell him get up with me
Yo, anywhere, any day, underlay, I'ma have me about a few killers with me
Yo, spin on the block, get dizzy, spin on my block, then you must be silly

Ayy, y'all niggas keep dissin' on O.y., that's why M.A. said Lottie have both die
Don't run, go trip like Scream, doa it, then just passin' the grip
Y'all focus on max, I focus on trend
What's the deal when niggas ain't playin'

He try to run up, got hit with my Lucky
Took a throw, nigga, it get thin or thick
That boy got shot, niggas stay in the T's
Don't come to my booth, y'all get away, I'ma add a K

To my room, this slot came right away
Got a nine on my side, so put it down
I'ma get you, spend anything
Drop the opener on your fuckin' face

You got with me and you know you won't hesitate
Kill it, spin the block till we leave him drippin
Even overseas, I'm great, so you creepin
You know your man's not hot

How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot
Spin the block at three o'clock
I'ma link him until he drop it
No, I can't get no love

He's not my kind, he's not my bro
Hot as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up, or you get poked up
In the lead, Jamie Oliver, she ain't sweet

I ain't never do no trick or treats
Leave a nigga body wrapped up in the sheets
White chalk, yellow tape all in the streets
Sherlock Holmes gon' have to come see

How you gon' solve this mystery
Your mama in misery
My mama busy, then me, I'll fuck your bitch
Even though she clap, but I expect, so I made it clap

I don't know you, homie, I ain't givin' no dap
Only hand you get from me is slap
If a nigga play with me, I'ma be like Shemima
I ain't never gon' make it back

Link him, snuff him, stab him
And that's on that Boris Johnson annunce
My bitch like Beyonce
Keep a K like Kanye

Might sneak in the UK
My house look lit like the Buckingham Palace
I stand over him, people talk about it
What it is to me, just another body

What it is to you, yo, folks
When you walk to the beat, let your body get hit
All grown and still free, Scottie
You're talkin' to Naughty, I'm Taj and I hit him

And he's jackin' the A to the G's
When I come through, Nasty, I'm lettin' it slip
L-O-D-D, he's goin' to pay
And I shoot for the three, I got a high crap in him

Pull up, AJ, you know it's my hooda
Hop out the Fiat, so boy, you the boomer
I don't know why these niggas don't take
I be talkin' to Naughty, my mouth is the shit

I remember that day when the party was heating
Was tryin' to take a nigga life
Just creep, just creep
When we spin, we shoot, cop, cop

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Steven Graham

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