Snatch His Purse

Lyrics

[Intro: BigSmokeChapo, Fluhkunxhkos] Yeah, yeah, yeah ATM, ATM, ATM Whoop Hop out with them glicks, sticks Hkunxhkos Bitch You know how the fuck I'm bomin', man, Rich Slime Gang shit, nigga BigSmoke fucking Chapo, nigga Gang [Chorus: Fluhkunxhkos, BigSmokeChapo] I'm riding down Taylor, swervin', servin' I don't trust these niggas, these niggas too nervous My young niggas knock shit off on purpose Catch his favorite rapper lacking, then snatch his purse Niggas tough on the 'gram but really hoes in person Mobbin' down your block, all my young niggas purging Sliding through your block, all my young niggas lurking In the trap spot and this shit ain't friendly And they shipping some bags in the bitch Don't got shit but sticks in this bitch Might fuck around, send a lick in this bitch I just shop my clothes, like ten bands a fit I don't trust your hoe, I'ma fuck her with the glick I'm in LA with lil' Lone in some Margiela shit I just pray to Allah for a motherfucking brick [Verse: Fluhkunxhkos, BigSmokeChapo] If I get down bad I'ma hit another lick Run down on a nigga, quickdraw, take his shit Still sweating on the stove while I whip my wrist Been getting money, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch Rich Slime the only gang, nigga, fuck your clique Still serving j while I'm totin' my stick Fucknigga it's up Run down, quickdraw, give that shit up Run down on a nigga, put that fire on a nigga, pick his ass up Bitch, let's celebrate, I been layin' on a nigga for some months Just ran out of drank, hit him with the Robitussin Smack his ahh with the fire 'til he got a concussion Got a beam [?] Got some young niggas with me ready to wrap a nigga up I want them bands, don't [?] On gang [Chorus: Fluhkunxhkos, BigSmokeChapo] I'm riding down Taylor, swervin', servin' I don't trust these niggas, these niggas too nervous My young niggas knock shit off on purpose Catch his favorite rapper lacking, then snatch his purse Niggas tough on the 'gram but really hoes in person Mobbin' down your block, all my young niggas purging Sliding through your block, all my young niggas lurking In the trap spot and this shit ain't friendly And they shipping some bags in the bitch Don't got shit but sticks in this bitch Might fuck around, send a lick in this bitch I just shop my clothes, like ten bands a fit I don't trust your hoe, I'ma fuck her with the glick I'm in LA with lil' Lone in some Margiela shit I just pray to Allah for a motherfucking brick