SnapSuit - Xheckin Off

I come for war then I Pop Smoke
That nigga eyes rolled when he got choked
Beat the car up we not sparing
Yo bitch woke me up with some head in the morning
I kick over candles when niggas in mourning
From Cali, this bear he eat meat not no porridge
Shorty short stop that's my Drigga on God
Fairfield we rockin' in hoodies in stockings
I'm bout to go shopping for rifles and stocks
I bite when disturbed like ah Croc
Peepin' the scene, like this nigga dead
Rehit his dreads
Satin his bed
Couldn't shake what he said
Nail in his coffin for wolfin', they thought that I wouldn't
RIP Bris, hate is ah bitch
You could just choke on ah dick
RIP Bris
I know ya real homies want closure with sticks (Closure with sticks)
I know for Kwuame I'm lit
I check niggas off when they switch (Off when they switch)
RIP Bris
I know ya real homies want closure with sticks (Closure with sticks)
I know for Kwuame I'm lit
I check niggas off when they switch (Off when they switch)
Never onced flipped on ah friend
I did his time in the can
Gave as much love as I can
Drigga, I kill for the bands
Bodies on five of them Glocks
I want bodies on five of them blocks
We keep going shoot five of them cops
Snappin' and dumpin' off with his brain, hey
Death on my mind revenge, beat up his Benz
For dividends
Tip toe'n in cribs
They'll never cross cause they know what it is
Wife and yo kids
No limit know that, Ooo
So nigga be cool
Heard you got fucked in yo ass till you drooled
She don't sag with you fags
She knocked on my door and start runnin' in bags, aye
You niggas mad
Got you itchin' like crabs
They wish death on me fast
707, I come from the field
Since Funky Chicken been keepin' it real
RIP Bris
I know ya real homies want closure with sticks (Closure with sticks)
I know for Kwuame I'm lit
I check niggas off when they switch (Off when they switch)
RIP Bris
I know ya real homies want closure with sticks (Closure with sticks)
I know for Kwuame I'm lit
I check niggas off when they switch (Off when they switch)
Young Drigga shining
Got niggas whining
Light years ahead
Like I'm the Wayans
Rugged like Kanan, my shooter like Tommy
Tricky dance moves with the hammy
Her Poozie like candy, I'm handy dandy
Now me an you family, heheheh
Fuck ya daddy and ya fort lil' nigga
Then I smack the shit out yo son
When I get violent, nobody wins
Fuxk the Fooski times ten, yea
I snap on ah hunnid
I go bananas, stay in ah childs place
Where is yo manners, aye
Death in ah tongue, broad day on camera we havin' fun
Lead to the lungs
I said lead to the lungs
Aye, broad day on camera we havin' some fun
Lead to the lungs
RIP Bris
I know ya real homies want closure with sticks (Closure with sticks)
I know for Kwuame I'm lit
I check niggas off when they switch (Off when they switch)
RIP Bris
I know ya real homies want closure with sticks (Closure with sticks)
I know for Kwuame I'm lit
I check niggas off when they switch (Off when they switch)
Off when they switch
Off when they switch

Written by:
Steven Brown

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