Lyrics

[Verse 1] I sling crack and shoot guns Snap ain't the type to sleep on Catch me in the hood with a cute one My gun's smoke is too strong Two pumps, body got found in two months Snap be a murderer, got coke in your area Me or the Grim Reaper? You tell me who's scarier Started in a banger now it's suede the interior War like we're in Syria, broke niggas inferior I catch cases, stay silent All I know is guns and violence, all you niggas is liars Fuck rap, I've got bricks and slabs Come through in the sickest Jag Fresh chill, got bitches mad Two different Glocks, mix and match I match and mix extended clips Expensive whips, exquisite cribs My bitch got expensive tits Audemars on the wrist, nigga know what it is [Verse 2] Might pull up with Binky, and she got a back like Pinky Niggas wanna pin me, get you wapped for a pinky Nigga I've got P, no B, can't sting me Yardie ting with me, you see me? Porsche with the peanut butter leather, this an L.V. sweater Ask my ex, no one does it better Still slide through the blocks with my knife on me He's pissed cause his girlfriend's mad on me I don't need to shoot, got niggas that'll do life for me And I don't give a fuck what guy's on me I'm a shooter, book the Uber, Mr Luger Catch a body, fly to Cuba with a Kruger Ask Prover, ask Mover, Snap's a booter .44 or the .35? Brain remover I caught a nigga slipping, tryna Toosie Slide Nigga playing fences, better pick a side