Mont - Snap

Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy

Ayy
Go, we got Glocks and FNs, we got 20s, we got a kinda shit
You would think the block a barber shop the way we line the shit
Shorty hella fine, she got her standards and her body did

I can't wife a bitch, I'll fuck the bitch and then I'll block the bitch
She get on her knees, she suck my dick up and she swallow it
Put it in her mouth, she bend it over, now she garglin
My bitch hella bad and your bitch lookin' like a goblin

You can close your legs, I want your mouth, so get to gobblin
She can say she hate me, but she still gon' ride on top of it
I know I'm the best nigga that you hit, I'm on my cocky shit
Lil' bro pour a 8-up in his cup, he on his walky shit

You niggas on my dick from left to right, but that ain't stoppin' shit
I told you he a goofy with a gun, but it's so obvious
Keep this known and that these RIPs get sent anonymous
I'm ridin' solo-dolo cause you niggas on that copy shit

So we quick to start a chase when we see 12 and they start followin
Chopper on my hips, sound like thunder, okay, see
And you tryna go and shop, you know the trap the place to be
And no, my niggas don't play fair cause you gon' know we play for keeps

And since I'm young and new to music, get my blood, so play the beat
And don't convict them to the streets, cause if you play, you D.I.E
And ain't no nigga fuckin' with me and I put that on a G
If we gon' fuck, you pay a fee, I ain't payin' for your weave

If you want that lovey-dovey shit, then bitch, you gotta leave
Up in traffic, sellin' weed, you know I'm kickin' it with T
And there ain't shit up in this world that you gon' get that's gon' be free
My ass bustin' out her jeans, but that ain't shit that I ain't seen

I'm a solid-ass lil' nigga from the mud, I keep the peak
And all my niggas pushin' pounds, you know my niggas pushin' peak
And she keep askin' why I don't like her, I say, baby, you a freak
And we gon' put you on a T while I be countin' up the green

And my bitch caught me with another bitch, but I ain't even cheat
We make the opps go beat they feet, her throat too godly like a priest
And you keep pushin' all my buttons while I'm tryna keep the peace
You tryna smoke or grab a leaf, I face the wood then go to sleep

And then I wake up in the hour, open eyes and I'm still geeked
Thanks for watching

Written by:
Lamont Berry

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find