Snotty nose Lyrics

I get real geeked , can't trust a bitch, can't trust a nigga, they all sneaky

I get real geeked , turn my muscle up, my passion up, my soda crushed

Bout go pick my chopper up, I'd rather go pick some money up

They left him right there sleep , they left him right there with a headshot and his body stink

I'll never forget as a kid, that haunted me for weeks

Fuck that hoe and skeet, ain't playin' no jodeci

Fuck her rough, he can't even cross the street, keep dope on me like Meech

We just picked you off, I'm on all three, a perc , a addy and a of half a bar

Lil nigga with a snotty nose, I'm riding on top the handlebars

Used to always fight, had a face full of scars

Need me a M with a six car garage, still pull up in a stolen car

My heart got cold, got stuck in the dark

Fuck it , up that draco , keep me a mop

Keep your mouth shut, nigga for your life get bought

Playin' Benji i'm bending the block

My gun go, pfft, yo go, bwaaa

Can't trust no nigga, my antenna's up

Thank God I got my weight up still, they hatin still im ridin wit a ghost gun

Free my nigga rich

Fuck the feds, I brought a choppa , fully glock switch

I got this shit on me right now, I ain't worried about you bitch

I ain't even want the bitch

Don't even see the bitch, don't need the bitch

You keep the bitch, you can have the bitch

Its up, she fuck me good you think I love the bitch

Woah , woah , woah , woah , woah

Got your bitch, you with me

Hate to say it, but that's my hoe

Free all my woes, five rings like Popovich

We was dead broke comin' out this bricks

Bitch, now we havin' shit

We fucked the baddest shit , got patek wrist on average

I put in two a days, I tripled up my average

Yellow chrome patches, see who trigger finger faster

My niggas soul snatchers, ain't gon' tongue wrastle

In this bitch , up the stick

Now my neck glass, blow your stash, car real fast

That boy got toe tagged , fuck a scat pack

Hunnid round mac, I get real paper, I get real cash

Dragging the Porsche bucket , finessing a sport , its a language

In the club, in the cut, with the mini glock

Nigga, how bad you want it

Why the fuck you lie to me

You ain't keep it real with me

Livin' a lie, bitch

You believing pipe dreams

I got a fetish for Celine

I got a fetish for this bitch, I fuck her mouth and then I breeze

Call her birdie, pop out swerving , I go brazy with these Vs

Off the lot, we pull the Vs

Do a triple cross, wit chopper beams

Seen You lose hope, well bitch just leave, fuck it