letra de snatch his purse - bigsmokechapo
[intro: bigsmokechapo, fluhkunxhkos]
yeah, yeah, yeah
atm, atm, atm
whoop
hop out with them gl!cks, sticks
hkunxhkos
b-tch
you know how the f-ck i’m bomin’, man, rich slime gang sh-t, n-gga
bigsmoke f-cking chapo, n-gga
gang
[chorus: fluhkunxhkos, bigsmokechapo]
i’m riding down taylor, swervin’, servin’
i don’t trust these n-ggas, these n-ggas too nervous
my young n-ggas knock sh-t off on purpose
catch his favorite rapper lacking, then sn-tch his purse
n-ggas tough on the ‘gram but really hoes in person
mobbin’ down your block, all my young n-ggas purging
sliding through your block, all my young n-ggas lurking
in the trap spot and this sh-t ain’t friendly
[?] with some bags in this b-tch
don’t got sh-t but sticks in this b-tch
might f-ck around, send a l!ck in this b-tch
i just [?], like ten bands a fit
i don’t trust your hoe, i’ma f-ck her with the gl!ck
i’m in la with lil’ lone in some margiela sh-t
i just pray to allah for a motherf-cking brick
[verse: fluhkunxhkos, bigsmokechapo]
if i get down bad i’ma hit another l!ck
run down on a n-gga, quickdraw, take his sh-t
still sweating on the stove while i whip my wrist
been getting money, i ain’t worried ’bout a b-tch
rich slime the only gang, n-gga, f-ck your clique
still serving [?] while i’m totin’ my stick
f-ckn-gga it’s up
run down, quickdraw, give that sh-t up
run down on a n-gga, put that fire on a n-gga, pick his ass up
[?] break, i been layin’ on a n-gga for some months
just ran out of drank, hit him with the robitussin
smack his ahh with the fire ’til he got a concussion
got a beam [?]
got some young n-ggas with me ready to wrap a n-gga up
[?]
on gang
[chorus: fluhkunxhkos, bigsmokechapo]
i’m riding down taylor, swervin’, servin’
i don’t trust these n-ggas, these n-ggas too nervous
my young n-ggas knock sh-t off on purpose
catch his favorite rapper lacking, then sn-tch his purse
n-ggas tough on the ‘gram but really hoes in person
mobbin’ down your block, all my young n-ggas purging
sliding through your block, all my young n-ggas lurking
in the trap spot and this sh-t ain’t friendly
[?] with some bags in this b-tch
don’t got sh-t but sticks in this b-tch
might f-ck around, send a l!ck in this b-tch
i just [?], like ten bands a fit
i don’t trust your hoe, i’ma f-ck her with the gl!ck
i’m in la with lil’ lone in some margiela sh-t
i just pray to allah for a motherf-cking brick
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