Young Snoopy

(VERSE 1)

fuckin me and chris rolling through the big town

glocks out the window shooting all the fake bloods down

all in favor of a favor for a favor

any fake crip i want his head up on this table

any bitch run away my pits gonna chase em

thugs and gang bangers is my oranization

cocaine and baking soda in a pot im bakin

making easy money while you outside rakin

im done robbing and stealing its lifes that im takin

got my business going all it takes is patients

gang bangin and killin shit im still on probation thug nation relocation

move across the country continue slangin cooking meth all up in my basement

soft ass foo callin her honey in a relationship

i aint basic, i got goals n im making it gime your money im fuckin taking it

while i take a shit no faking it no i aint playing bitch

 

i got banana clips in my straps and grape for my swisher

my money going fast but my cars going quicker

got these hoes staring they better take a picture

grab the 4 drive slow window down and pull the trigger

dip down the street hide yo gun and clean your clip off

grab your next strap ride shot gun and try that shit out

 

fuckin me and chris rolling through the big town

glocks out the window shooting all the fake bloods down

all in favor of a favor for a favor

any fake crip i want his head up on this table

any bitch run away my pits gonna chase em

thugs and gang bangers is my oranization

smoke the shit im slangin itll get your heart racin

sell weed this laced in get you making bankin

 

(VERSE 2)

they eat my crack like food i sell whole meals

dont come at me rude dont ask for no deals

cuz im in a mood and im ready to kill

life or death you get to choose ill pull out the steal

baught baught spit these lyrics like led im throwing shots

i getting into your head im getting hot

im like corn on a pan im waiting to pop

like a pregnant addict

skinny waste no teeth sucking dick for aspirin

my plans for fame are elaberate aint no stopping its tragic

my flows like water its magic so high in the sky im alladin

im in my lane and nobodies passin aint fucking with no plastic

or no fat bitch

you want a war then watch it rain led like jesus did

38 special blow out your brain like these lyrics did

your mind gonna change physically and mentally about what you did

rolling blunts with yay dipped in lean plenty of weed

its a good day no job im geting paid my own way

i dont give 2 fucks what you say

i dont get tired like kevin gates

and i dont fucking play okay?

does this song got enough bass?

does this crack got enough yay?

do you really think imma change?

nah bitch you cray

i got cocaine in my pot n i aint talking bout my weed

i got onions in my sock catch me slangin on the street

i got rolex for my watch quick pull out the piece

yaught yaught hit em wit a glock

spit a couple bars and your whole crew will drop

100 round clip gon light up your block

slide in another clip pop pop take care of the cops

im a crazy mutha fucka i dont give a fuck

but bitch you trippin like your shoe lace got stuck

how you feel about that?

do you feel like a cheap grill rotting wit crack?

all i feel is that you weak deals cant fucking rap