Snooze ft. Lil Dno Lyrics

Amiri jeans off the Burberry just want to show some plays

With the yay's on see right through yeah these niggas fake

Niggas out here pump faking put down your man's bape

Super throwed you worried about a bitch nigga where yo cape

30 shots Mac 11 sharpshooter I'll hit you from range

Put some green in my cup it make me feel like Bane

Hop in a coupe smack tinted I feel like Bruce Wayne

Sum like a knight in armor don't get yo bitch slanged

Me and K had to hit the road it's to many sales

Chopper spitting mouth dragon will leave a 100 shells

I know my brothers gone be right there if I ever fail

Pack after pack this that cali shit came in the mail

On the road to riches tryna make it before the ship sail

Niggas think they hard until they in that room then they gone tell

It's a race to the top and you Niggas moving like snails

Big body foreign in the deep end shape like a whale

I'm tired of all the hate I'm tired of the fake love

I remembered that I'm getting pape I had to wake up

You niggas talking bout it I really do it we get to it

Bro just hit my phone and said the package fly in

Put my yay's on for all the bull shit now I can see through it

She overseas exotic now she speaking fluent

I don't tell her what to do like Nike she Just Do It

Why shoot at you it's me and bro that's into it

Long live Chop see the opps then body's drop

One two three four pockets they filled with knots

I'm getting money a broke boy I am not

Talking all that shit lil nigga yo breath hot

That's the main reason we put his ass in a box

Eeny Meeny Miny Moe which one of y'all niggas getting pooped

If you a lil thot and you broke kick rocks

You know we open 24/7 come shop

Muzzle on the glock shot yo door in it's a grab and go

He ain't showed his stash 556 left him six below

In the kitchen sum like Franklin how I'm making snow

Long live Chop promise it's a movement yeah until we blow

This four nick turn you spiritual then hop in a ghost

If you book us for a show on my granny we finna do the most

Pack just landed yeah it's time to hit the road

Even if it's not get in mode we finna stack these pros

Feet bloody red by my pocket's stuff with some blues

Done seen way too much you couldn't live in these shoes

It's a SRT hell hound shooting finna be a pursuit

It's a Buffet in the kitchen but no ordinary food

Shorty said she want to fuck but I ain't in the mood

Niggas out here talking dog shit but ain't got no proof

Two twin chops like Max Payne we was born to shoot

Better move careful before you kins see you on the news

White bitch asked if I rap I said only bands

Why she ask me that because her mans a fan

She offered up a rack to hop on her only fans

She used to skip class now she got a only fans

Running up them bands like I understand

Hopped on the trend and she brought her friend

So me and bro tag team you know how that ends

She look up smiling nigga with my cardi lens