SNOWFALL

Quelly Woo & Kyle Richh - Rap, Diss Track
SNOWFALL
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August 18, 2023.
Lyrics
[Intro: Quelly Woo] (Yo-yo) (Yo-yo, Meen, play that shit) Wait [Chorus: Quelly Woo] She in her Soft Girl era, like All she want is roses and dick, like She wanna have my baby G'd you, if I nut on her lip, like Doin' the dash in the Urus, like You know Tucker got the grip, like You know Breezy got the six, like Walk in the spot in a AP, like I got a wetty, she wavy Said she be worried 'bout me on the daily, like 'Cause she know a nigga lit, like And she know I'm walkin' wit' that stick, like And she know I be takin' 'em risks If I see a opp, she know I'ma click, like Rock (Rock), rock (Rock) Keep doin' that shit wit' your hips, like [Verse 1: Quelly Woo] I love it when you tell me, look "Don't touch it", like, wait You be gettin' me goin' and shit Hit from the back, got her moanin' and shit Drop my Woo, I'm makin' it lit I feel like Jah, beat him wit' the grip In the Urus movin' too swiftly Don't cuff that bitch, she mixy, like I don't do love, it get too tricky But I do mad drugs, it uplift me Bet I could find a Perc' in any city, like Bet I could find Tris in any city Bad bitch wanna meet the 'rippy So I told her, "Kick a Citi", like We could drop on that shit today You ever made fifty in a day? Like, what? Kick that, don't play Like, what? Kick that, don't play I feel like Noah, I got the wave, like Every play tact', I'm always tappin', wait I'm just tryna make it happen Like, what? Kick that, don't play, like Baby, don't bait that Chevy T-T-TP got one in the heady Murder on his mind, he be feelin' like Melvin He was down, nobody helped him Used to be broke, now we Dior-steppin', like I got the sauce like ranch and I'm dressin' Hellstar what I'm dressed in, like Used to be Levi's and Vans, like Never though I'd get a chance, like In Sacramento watchin' the Kings play Niggas wack but I fuck wit' De'Aaron, like They was booin', now they cheerin' If that's your bitch, why the fuck she starin'? Out in Cali, I can put the bing down But we still gonna bring the bing 'round 'Cause we don't play no games Anyone could be a stain Lil' bad bitch wanna hold the flame Told her, "TP", let her see a bullet Hit from the back, that hair, I pull it She want me to breed it, like, I shouldn't, like I'm like, I shouldn't, wait You ain't ready for that Bad bitch, slim waist, and that ass so fat, like Where you goin' with that? [Verse 2: Kyle Richh] In my feelings, I'm fightin' myself What the fuck am I doin'? Niggas ain't real, they got love for theyself Like, sip Wock', it ain't good for my health But who really steppin'? What they flexin', we don't even post He think he lit, keep flashin' that chain [?], don't show no remorse (Grrah) Thinkin' back on the people I lost Li-Like, damn, I can't be next Streets undefeated, it come with a cost Keep a G 'cause I'm really the G I'm the heart of this shit, like, I'm really the boss Talkin' on bro, he got shot in his shit Too many guns, I don't know what to toss Like, yo, TP, told bro, "TP" He want beef, he get put on a tee If you heard my story, you wouldn't believe me I can't die for the niggas that need me How do you love me? You don't know the meanin' My gun MLK 'cause it leave niggas dreamin' I'm a demon, still fightin' my demons [Verse 3: Quelly Woo] Ask-Askin' God, "What's the reason?" If he uppin' that Choo, we gon' leave him KR shoot like JR Bad bitch suck on my dick like she teethin' I'm tryna live more, worry less Baby, can you take away the stress? 4100, we do it the best I call up Jah and he gettin' you left [Chorus: Quelly Woo] She in her Soft Girl era, like All she want is roses and dick, like She wanna have my baby G'd you, if I nut on her lip, like Doin' the dash in the Urus, like You know Tucker got the grip, like You know Breezy got the six, like Walk in the spot in a AP, like I got a wetty, she wavy Said she be worried 'bout me on the daily, like 'Cause she know a nigga lit, like And she know I'm walkin' wit' that stick, like And she know I be takin' 'em risks If I see a opp, she know I'ma click, like Rock (Rock), rock (Rock) Keep doin' that shit wit' your hips, like
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Credits
- Writers
- Quelly Woo
- Kyle Richh