snatch his purse - bigsmokechapo lyrics
[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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