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Shit, I love Guwop though. ZooWop, 'cause I'm a big Z, you hear me? Know what I'm sayin'? Shout out to Gucci. I think they might've asked, no. I was just curtin'. I did your rich, you Get rich. Bitch said, "Whoopty whoop, whoopty I was Like, "Bet mo' that or nine" When them bullets Had came my way I say, "I bet Kodak Ain't dyin'" We post murder, bad was after We Turn red rum to wine I'm the nigga that Smack all the smackers So I'm the biggest stepper Five-five I'm a hot boy, my bitch the coldest, Yeah Opposite of trap You got one time to Raise your voice in here Then I'ma get the Strap I been chasin' that boy like a fly 'round the house But eventually I get him clapped All I ever had was the trap, I ain't Have me no dad So I got off my Dick, yeah, I jack I been true to this From the jump When I do it, consider it Done Fuck a shooter bitch 'cause I'm one On Point like I'm a dot I'll swap me a Body for a swap Put a bag right on His top I got murder all in my eyes You see it, it's torture in my heart Beat The pot like it's beef with the dope Pop A Perc', I don't drink, I don't smoke I'ma Leave 'fore I beat on a ho I'm a Z, but I'm P for sure I bet low-key She a swoop Nigga Kodak with the boo And I know she cheatin' too But I ain't finna Look for proof I trip across them 'cause I Seen they was plottin' They try count me out, Must didn't know how to count Told her ring Up and didn't know the amount Expensive new Ferraris I couldn't even pronounce No gun policy, stick in The party Hope nobody gets out of they body Got himself hurt, he was full of that molly We ain't even wanna have to kill nobody Ridin' Down Ocean like fast in the fuse Caught red-handed, Couldn't crack up the juice Your bosses are pussy, Your artists are screwed Just a matter of time 'fore they take all your jewelry These young niggas, They done made killin' a sport They brazin', they'll Take a switch to New York So crazy, deal With pig, turn 'em into pork I hope they Don't try to use my lyrics in court I Been true to this from the jump When I Do it, consider it done Fuck a shooter bitch 'cause I'm one On point like I'm a dot I'll swap me a body for a swap Put A bag right on his top I got murder All in my eyes You see it, it's torture In my heart Beat the pot like it's beef With the dope Pop Perc', I don't drink, I Don't smoke I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a Ho I'm a Z, but I'm P for sure I bet low-key she a swoop Nigga Kodak ain't With the boo And I know she cheatin' too But I ain't finna look for proof Man, I Got juice when I wanna lean I'm smokin' deuce, I pour a three And I got boo, but Not on my feet What did I do? Couldn't reach a peace, baby Bought you a ring, Popped it, be funny I'll take you to Cage Now if you lucky I'ma pop a Mirani and Pop you a Russian I brought this lil' beautiful Bitch to the A Young king snipe and a King touch Young king tight, he ain't gettin' none Miami nights, fuckin' in the club Shakin' with the Dice, hit him with the bluff I made a Way, it's only us Niggas hatin' on me much All I did was run it up I been True to this from the jump When I do It, consider it done Fuck a shooter bitch 'cause I'm one On point like I'm a dot I'll Swap me a body for a swap Put a Bag right on his top I got murder all In my eyes You see it, it's torture in My heart Beat the pot like it's beef with The dope Pop a Perc', I don't drink, I Don't smoke I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a Ho I'm a Z, but I'm P for sure I bet low-key she a swoop Nigga Kodak ain't With the boo And I know she cheatin' too But I ain't finna look for proof
Gucci Mane, Kodak Black — King Snipe
«King Snipe» — Gucci Mane, Kodak Black. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:35. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
