Wipin His Nose Lyrics

Wiping his nose

Like he was a Slatt

Kick in the door

And we come in the back

Nobody know

We pull up with masks

Wiping his nose

I squeeze it and blast

Sold him an ounce

It came out the stash

Three digit meter

That's up on my dash

Pop me a Perc

And i'm smoking the gas

Off of the jiggas

I'm off of my ass

420 my trap

It ain't nothing but ash

Popped like a perc

And i'm all on his ass

Smoked like a Dutch

He got turned to the past

Hop in the Vet

And that bitch moving fast

Hop in the Vet

And that bitch finna scoot

Hop out with beams

And we aiming at you

Flexing my cash

It ain't nothing but blue

Shooters stay with it

Like they was some troops

Riding in black

With the heat in my lap

Cooking 450

Inside of my trap

Roll yo little homie

He is up in my pack

Hop in the foreign

That bitch not a scat

Dropping the lo

And I come to attack

Wiping his nose

Like he was a Slatt

Kick in the door

And we come in the back

Nobody know

We pull up with masks

Wiping his nose

I squeeze it and blast

Sold him an ounce

It came out the stash

Three digit meter

That's up on my dash

Pop me a Perc

And i'm smoking the gas

Off of the jiggas

I'm off of my ass

Fuck up the bank

I might go buy a Benz

Creep in the back

And we moving wit Tens

Shoot at ya family

And all of ya friends

Drake got a scope

Let me clear out the lens

Smoking OG

This ain't come out the pen

Give me your money

It's out of your pocket

Take all your shit

And I tear up your wallet

Try to object

And I blast like a rocket

Reload the Drake

And remember to cock it

Break in like Santa

Putting blood on your stockings

Said he want smoke

Get the Lo and he dropped it

Squeezing the trigger

The bodies start dropping

Talk out your neck

And the gang get to popping

Run through your crib

And we finna go shopping

Hole in his head

Now he look like a Dolphin

Take all his bread

Now he lay in a coffin

Wiping his nose

Like he was a Slatt

Kick in the door

And we come in the back

Nobody know

We pull up with masks

Wiping his nose

I squeeze it and blast

Sold him an ounce

It came out the stash

Three digit meter

That's up on my dash

Pop me a Perc

And i'm smoking the gas

Off of the jiggas

I'm off of my ass