Blow Sniffer

My homie vice lord, but my cousin selling 4
My homie vice lord, but my cousin selling 4
My homie vice lord, but my cousin selling 4
But me, I’m that lil nigga with the socky selling dope
My gun fully loaded like my motherfuckin yo
You can tell I’m straight from South Memphis how I talk
All this damb money got me limpin when I walk
I keep the pimpin when I open up my mouth
I told shawty «close your eyes and open up your mouth»
I fucked your bitch on the floor in my trap house
Money on the floor, weed in the air
I ran out of room, so I stashed P’s in the chair
I would say you’re selfish, but I don’t really care
My trap stupid, fresh designer’s all I wear
Selling dope, fucking bitches, counting money, ducking snitches
Better watch what you say, when I find outk, I’m gon come get ya
, flexing hard, taking pictures
I heard that she a blow sniffer
2 AM, when I pull up at the club
Nina in my got the chopper in the trunk
We just take pictures with the bitches, passing blunts
Nigga get it wrong, and we gon tear this bitch up
smoking on the best bud
Drop a 4 in the Lean, man that’s what you call mud
My cliantell love me cause I always show love
Leaving out my trap, 80 racks all dubs
Lil mama got a body like that remind me of a stripper
Yeah she fine as fuck, but she can’t hold her liquor
She grabbing on my zipper, begging me to hit her
I bent over,
Selling dope, fucking bitches, counting money, ducking snitches
Better watch what you say, when I find outk, I’m gon come get ya
, flexing hard, taking pictures
I heard that she a blow sniffer