Snapchat (feat. Psycho)
KARMA xx
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Seeing triple from my double We don’t fumble She outchea doggin’ niggas like this shawty know the drill I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel I hope she for real I know how you feel My stylin’ be popping for real I'm hotter than summer for real These haters keep copying for real She call me papi for real You just wanna be on snapchat Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah Sending DM’s where your man at You just love me for my snapchat Snapchat that shit (Shit) Blow a hunid racks real quick (Real quick) 'Cause all my niggas wanna drink (Drink) All my niggas wanna lean (Lean) You fucking with the A-team Plus we doing shit you ain't seen (Oh no) Poppin’ sum, pop a couple (Oh no) Pour up a drink and make sure it's double (Woo) Seeing triple from my double (Yeah) But we too composed we don't fumble Anybody wanna pull up (Skrt) Better make sure you don't tumble Everybody on my snapchat Always see the shit, and ask where we at Summertime got me leanin’ (Leanin') Summertime got me feelin’ She outchea doggin’ niggas like this shawty know the drill I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel I hope she for real I know how you feel My stylin’ be popping for real I'm hotter than summer for real These haters keep copying for real She call me papi for real You just wanna be on snapchat Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah Sending DM’s where your man at You just love me for my snapchat (Uh huh, yeah, uh) They call me papi chulo (Chulo) I'm riding round in a two door (Two door) Disappearing like I'm Pluto (Pluto) Your bitches be loving the crew though (Crew though) Tell ‘em come f*ck with a God (God) Tell ‘em don't f*ck with the mob (Mob) Psycho Sims, what's your problem? (Problem) Summertime got me boppin’ Summertime got me leanin' (Leanin') Summertime got me fiendin' (Fiend) That bitch bad, she a demon (Demon) Tell her nothing ‘bout the feelings (Fokol) Slide in dm’s where your man at She go through a maze like a lab rat (Woo) I don't even give her shopping bags Shit is all net like a summer jam (Swish) But real niggas gon’ feel it (Swisher) Real bitches gon’ feel it (Swisher, swisher) All we want is that fetti (Swisher) Fetti on fetti on fetti Fede my niggas we ready (Gaaaa) Papi chulo I be gold grinning (Woo) Can't knock the hustle we ready (Woo) Share my story and I told niggas (Ha) She outchea doggin’ niggas like this shawty know the drill I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel I hope she for real I know how you feel My stylin’ be popping for real I'm hotter than summer for real These haters keep copying for real She call me papi for real You just wanna be on snapchat Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah Sending DM’s where your man at You just love me for my snapchat You just love me for my snapchat You just love me for my snapchat You just love me for my snapchat You just love me for my snapchat Style just be popping, for real She call me papi, for real I’m hotter than summer, for real
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Written by: Keanu Metelerkamp, Simphiwe Mthethwa
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