No Snip (feat. 637iso)

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I got a Drake on the hip
These niggas hate when I drop my snip
Ain't no discussion, on top of this shit
Planning on busting, I ride with that stick
Bust a lil' nut on the side of the bitch
I'm in a G30 coupe, and I'm flying that bitch
Play and get sent in a loop, we gon' fire that, lil' bitch
Stacking my bread, can't buy no shit

Aye, bitch fucked on bro, said "bye bye bitch"
I put the Drake to his top, why he cock-eyed
F*ck that lil' bitch, ate my dick like a ribeye
Want smoke? Got .44, get put out
Run from the po-po, no ops
Try me, we gon' leave him wet like a mop
I love my Drake cause she wet like a thot
But she a ho, she hit niggas a lot
Hop out the cut with that blick bitch split him
Joust that bitch, my stick gon' hit him
Like he a ho, man that stick he gon flip'em
Caught him and served that boy blue, cripped him
And if we catch his bro we gon' split'em
Sorry bitch you had to go-- you was with him
F*ck all the ops man, I swear we gon' get'em
Hit that boy up in his stomach, we shit on him

Janitor squad how we move with the mop
FedEx, we ship out gelato and 'pac
I'm the real star, why we diss him a lot
She cover art beautiful, bottom-to-top
Swear I never liked you, I end up just like you
5-7-5 leave him read like a haiku
Born with a vision, eight ball on my mind
Your appetite big if you're trying to bite Jul

Saw him in public, count him out if we get up
Please change your aura, you're moving so bitter
The car still here, but the roof just split up
Stop looking at me like the kid so villain
Worn off Buscemi, you see it regardless
She see me, she miss me, I answer? New Orleans
Two 3.5s each bag, cause we split up
They talking 'bout Jul if they talk 'bout "we miss him"

Prices went up, Jul's an angel investor
I only drop A+. Probably more, never lesser
Step up, step out, walk ten toes down
Hell yeah, hell yeah, Imma show you how it's done right
I know, I know, I look better in real life
Put ice in the chamber: make the hits feel nice
Talking 'bout hits; you gon' mention me, right?
Tick-tick-tick, kaboom, gesundheit

Fucking the shit out my bucket list, turn to a target
Sit down, attend it, don't act like you started this
I got real fans, I don't need no snip
That's word out to AYO, and word to my momma
They don't check ID when I walk in the building
Minds line up when I drop my snip
Vodka whip, Smirnoff of the lot
4.5 when I push that shit
Bandana in her hair to fix how it lay
I get an Insta-Grammy when I post my-- uh
Where I am swear Heaven's right above it
No looking down, cause I might start stumblin'

Way too big, crop out the photo
I might cut off a few, but I don't really know though
If they open the front, then I move out the backdoor
She seeing 3D, off of this new torque
Hold up, hold up, at seventeen
So into me, so she subbing to Allure
I had to switch it up-- barely
Now when I talk then they know what I stand for

I got a Drake on the hip
These niggas hate when I drop my snip
Ain't no discussion, on top of this shit
Planning on busting, I ride with that stick
Bust a lil' nut on the side of the bitch
I'm in a G30 coupe, and I'm flying that bitch
Play and get sent in a loop, we gon' fire that, lil' bitch
Stacking my bread, can't buy no shit
Aye, bitch f-

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