Snow Tires

Lyrics

[INTRO] Uh Let me tell y'all another story Roll up that Gunsmoke [VERSE 1: 38 Spesh] Ayyo, I had to incentivize since the [?] drive bricks Or I can improvise with a minimized risk A young innocent fly chick, that isn't my bitch Knew her since '96 on some junior high shit Her name Violet, a real fly bitch I used to vibe with Wanted to fuck, but she denied it, everytime I tried it We decided to remain friends and stay platonic When I had problems with a bitch, she gave me guidance Thе only one I know that wouldn't break her promisе So I sent her on an NY trip to make some dollars The driver, the one that I trust to take the product I threw a couple fools some jewels and they forgot it She was honest, one time she drove back from Fort Myers With fire, for the nose divers and dope buyers Baby girl, 30 years old with no priors Before we hit the road she put on the snow tires, uh [Chorus: Klass Murda] Who's that who's that knockin' on my door? No it ain't my baby, she don't love me anymore Who's that who's that knockin' on my door? Same bitch that had me down when I was at the corner store, uh And I just wanna tell you I'm grateful I'm grateful, I'm grateful And God broke the mold when he made you When he made you, when he made you [VERSE 2: Klass Murda] I'm like fuck these emojis, let's get movin' and grooving' I got tired of these texts so I flew her to Houston I could look in your eyes, you are freaky, you know it Treat my dick like trial, she gon' beat it and blow it Shorty was a CNA now she makin' like 3 a day Put her on United with pounds, she leave that 3 today She might get the TSA, I'm gon' buy her a CLA Shawty never left me, uh she just happy to see L.A Spend a day with daddy is nothin' I let her drive with me Vacuum sealer queen, she wrappin' better than Rap City She don't do no queen, my baby in love with gallery Got her suckin' dick on the camera, she in my gallery Her man in jail, you know how these fuck niqqas be Sendin' threats home, can't wait till this fuck niqqa free But these bitches runnin' round, say they fuck niqqa free Introduce her to this life, now she don't fuck niqqas free It's murda!! [Chorus: Klass Murda] Who's that who's that knockin' on my door? No it ain't my baby, she don't love me anymore Who's that who's that knockin' on my door? Same bitch that had me down when I was at the corner store, uh And I just wanna tell you I'm grateful I'm grateful, I'm grateful And God broke the mold when he made you When he made you, when he made you