Tony Snow Lyrics

Is you a snapper or a rapper bill I don't even know

Come on

Is you a snapper or a rapper bill I don't even know

Is you taxin' on the real one that's for sure

Made more profit middle man in the blow than you saw off very load

My daddy was a bitch but I ain't never been no hoe

Still in that field my team just keep on runnin' up the score

Nine carrots in my Jesus piece just knock like nine bowls

All that hatin' that ain't good for your health

I be givin' the youngins hope

Was a jit drankin pepsi while my bro remix the coke

Threw a four back ion feel shit told my plug to send some more

Every time big bro left me the food I felt like Tony Snow

Yeah I want them bubs high again like I came off bluff road

And ain't shit for free at least a band to book a show

You gang or you not if you ain't then you can croak

Clutch her neck with one hand pull a hair back with the other as I stroke

Choke stroke choke stroke

All my bitches be high maintenance never fuck around with them lows

Is you a snapper or a rapper bill I don't even know

Is you taxin' on the real one that's for sure

Made more profit middle man in the blow than you saw off very load

My daddy was a bitch but I ain't never been no hoe

Still in that field my team just keep on runnin' up the score

Nine carrots in my Jesus piece just knock like nine bowls

All that hatin' that ain't good for your health

I be givin' the youngins hope

Was a jit drankin pepsi while my bro remix the coke

You spent a ticket on balencia I fuck that bitch in white Lows

I'm like boosie cross the track but I ain't never throw a four

Island boys finesse the city yeah I'm known for bangin' lows

All my pockets full you'll think I signed with the four

Told lil baby keep it pushing can't stand a begging hoe

Should've kept your mouth closed

finna lock my hair cause I'm tired of wearin' a fro

How you take that nigga serious didnt that boy just get exposed

Told ma I'm a real rapper it cost a grip to strike a pose

Im the method man come tappin' with me for that g code

Had the Mossberg in my Levi's back when Future dropped that Pea coat

All about the blues I been stacking up my c notes

I take this trap shit serious your baby daddy known for tellin' jokes

Silly rabbit ain't shit funny true religion down back in 2012

I ain't never did the bummy

Look

Is you a snapper or a rapper bill I don't even know

Is you taxin' on the real one that's for sure

Made more profit middle man in the blow than you saw off very load

My daddy was a bitch but I ain't never been no hoe

Still in that field my team just keep on runnin' up the score

Nine carrots in my Jesus piece just knock like nine bowls

All that hatin' that ain't good for your health

I be givin' the youngins hope

Was a jit drankin pepsi while my bro remix the coke