Sneaky Link Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah I heard y'all call for some heat

Well let's light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can you keep it on the hush hush

That real low

Silent and deadly, I shoot low blows

Cuffed ain't the angle, I'm mingling

I'm the real show, flow like poison

Little widow, X on my back

My shooter got the strap

If you coming behind, niggas get blown back

Search party, put them in the box like Joe

Flow so sick, I had to let these niggas know

Lame ass niggas always trying to get a hug from me

Bringing out the love in me

Quinn, so it's time to get the glock from above on me

Get the glock, from above on me

I ain't your girl

We meet up on the weekends

You tweaking

Got my name up in your mouth

Please have a seat man

I don't even know your last name

You trying to ride the wave

You trying to Buckle up

How about shut the fuck up

Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on

That's when I can take your nigga

Hope that you don't take it wrong

The best he ever had

Still mad he ain't get to bone

Crocs in drive, on the run, I gotta make it home

Wont give him any, so he tripping

Childish ass niggas

I sit pretty, get attention

Big billboards with my name on it

Dating older men, wolfsbane on him

Lost me on my way to the top

Real heavy gravity

I can't stop, won't stop, get dropped

Pop, pop, pop said my little old glock

You in shock, a little pretty gem, no flocks

Standing by the stage, little groupie

You trivial as fuck

Thinking that a rich nigga is gonna put you on the up's

Like do that nigga really even give a fuck

Even give a fuck

I ain't your girl

We meet up on the weekends

You tweaking

Got my name up in your mouth

Please have a seat man

I don't even know your last name

You trying to ride the wave

You trying to Buckle up

How about shut the fuck up

How about shut the fuck up

How about shut the fuck up

How about shut the fuck up

Yeah, yeah

Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on

That's when I can take your nigga

Hope that you don't take it wrong

The best he ever had

Still mad he ain't get to bone

Crocs in drive, on the run, I gotta make it home

I fell in love with my sneaky link

That's all this is

Got you feeling like we in sync

We Apryl and Omarion

Cause he Lil Fizz

Copped his best Friend

I know I made him hurt

Niggas feeling real burnt, it's getting me real turnt

Walk it like I talk it

Now it's time to let me go

All that char on his ego

Shit his breath stink like Fritos

Eat you up and spit you out

Shit you know what I'm about

Tip you over, pour you out

Man eater, fuck that I'm a band eater

Thousands on my wrist, never trust a bitch

Switch it up real quick, only seeing blue strips, bitch