Pitfall, quinn, kuru, Chach - snow lyrics
[Pitfall, quinn, kuru, Chach - snow lyrics]
Bloodhounds whoa, whoa, oh
I just hit a bag
I go in the store and I see what I want
If you listening, hear Xanax bars
And see me have fun
You tryna play your cards, drama
On me, yeah they told to stop me, yeah
See this shit, I'ma cop it, yeah shout out
She just wan' ask for the comma
So sick of the drama posted up in Florida
Shawty acting like she know me
Fuck off, tryna phone me
Ex girl hit me up tryna fuck all my homies
All up in my DMs tryna act like they know me
Cold heart with a switchblade but
That was the old me bloodhounds in the back
Let's get to the bag i just got a sack
Stop calling me dad
My switchblade the best friend I ever had
You tryna do this the hard way
Stop tryna chat
Come up to the crib, you already know
Can't handle myself, I'm losing control
Just got me a bag and I filled it with snow
Promise I'll get to the dough
Please stop calling my phone
When she gon' leave me alone
Ridin' round in a Camry
I'ma crash into a home
You wanna come slide then let's go
Making them plays when I'm on the road
Bitch I'm a dog, I'll never do wrong
I got your bitch and she singing my songs
Boy you a fan singing along
Stay in the house
, get to the bag and then that shit gone
Get to the pack and pass like baton
She don't gotta ask, she know what I want
Circle tight, we got my dawgs
That new shit shine
Prada shades when I go blind
Quit fuckin' around and wastin' my time
Got no time to waste 'cause I'm on my grind
Bought you a verse, it's sixty a line
I'm paying for words
You're paying for vibes
Like why you so mad, I'm up in my prize
Bitch I'ma star so I'm gonna shine
On second thought
Fuck on this thot, yeah, she giving me top
Ricky on my feet and you know it cost a lot
Know it cost a lot
Bitch, I'm juggernaut, yeah off the pills
Just doin' this shit for thrills
Bitch, I'm going for the kill
Rock designer brands, you shop at Goodwill
Get the fuck out my face, you goin' downhill
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I just hit a bag
I go in the store and I see what I want
If you listening, hear Xanax bars
And see me have fun
You tryna play your cards, drama
On me, yeah they told to stop me, yeah
See this shit, I'ma cop it, yeah shout out
She just wan' ask for the comma
So sick of the drama posted up in Florida
Shawty acting like she know me
Fuck off, tryna phone me
Ex girl hit me up tryna fuck all my homies
All up in my DMs tryna act like they know me
Cold heart with a switchblade but
That was the old me bloodhounds in the back
Let's get to the bag i just got a sack
Stop calling me dad
My switchblade the best friend I ever had
You tryna do this the hard way
Stop tryna chat
Come up to the crib, you already know
Can't handle myself, I'm losing control
Just got me a bag and I filled it with snow
Promise I'll get to the dough
Please stop calling my phone
When she gon' leave me alone
Ridin' round in a Camry
I'ma crash into a home
You wanna come slide then let's go
Making them plays when I'm on the road
Bitch I'm a dog, I'll never do wrong
I got your bitch and she singing my songs
Boy you a fan singing along
Stay in the house
, get to the bag and then that shit gone
Get to the pack and pass like baton
She don't gotta ask, she know what I want
Circle tight, we got my dawgs
That new shit shine
Prada shades when I go blind
Quit fuckin' around and wastin' my time
Got no time to waste 'cause I'm on my grind
Bought you a verse, it's sixty a line
I'm paying for words
You're paying for vibes
Like why you so mad, I'm up in my prize
Bitch I'ma star so I'm gonna shine
On second thought
Fuck on this thot, yeah, she giving me top
Ricky on my feet and you know it cost a lot
Know it cost a lot
Bitch, I'm juggernaut, yeah off the pills
Just doin' this shit for thrills
Bitch, I'm going for the kill
Rock designer brands, you shop at Goodwill
Get the fuck out my face, you goin' downhill
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)