There's gonna be some heavy snow (Yeah)
Heavy snow, heavy snow (Yop)
F*ck is niggas talkin' about
Y'all better shut the f*ck up talkin' to me
I'm 'bout to jump right into that bitch
Really I'm confused
The way these niggas talkin
You would think they makin' moves
But they not, they be stagnant
Money, money, money
But they never brought no racks in
How is he a rapper when he never got no backend
Chill out, you ain't got no guala
You should wait a minute
Niggas swear they bag deep
But they ain't never got no paper in it
What the f*ck he bragging for
Get a grip for real
Nigga, I make better rap songs
And they got hit appeal
Please don't nobody cap for him
He not shit for real
Oh you got fans? You on IG
Tell them follow me
Shit, I bet they like me more
Enso, it's not a competiti-
Boy, I like to go
I create a wave
And now these bitches wanna drive the boat
I say the shit I say
And get inside her and rock the boat
If brody f*cked up
I'm like, shit, I got a lot to hold
Nigga, this is not a loan
Yeah, I got this shit to give
Nigga, you can call me for this shit
Cause I keep getting it
Niggas hate I'm balling in this bitch
Cause I keep shitting on them
Niggas like "he walking on these beats"
I'm really tripping on 'em
This nigga think I'm talking to the beat
I'm really spitting on him
Nigga seen me talking to his freak
And now I'm spitting in her
Mama want me black with a degree
But I'm a spitting nigger
But then my mama like
"Yo ass been getting sweet
You just been spitting different"
I'm like, I got it, ma
I been knew I was sweet
You just ain't get it then
I made a hundred rap songs
Before I ever made dividends
I make different rap songs
You wanna dance or you tryna trip again
I was chilling out
But shit, now I'm damn near on tip again
You the type, you hit a hoe, she ask if your tip was in
I'm the type, I hit a hoe
She tell me that the tip too big
Bitch, you know you with the biggest
Niggas like I hate them niggas
I'm CCC, got my degree in having faith with niggas
We on some beep, beep, beep
Get out the way before I pave a nigga
"Crime mob"
No, it's just a mob we on a greater mission
These niggas see that we on top
And start to pray we slipping
I feel like the avatar, I'm the Aang of spitting
I talk a whole lot of shit like a anus spitting
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English
There's gonna be some heavy snow (Yeah)
Heavy snow, heavy snow (Yop)
F*ck is niggas talkin' about
Y'all better shut the f*ck up talkin' to me
I'm 'bout to jump right into that bitch
Really I'm confused
The way these niggas talkin
You would think they makin' moves
But they not, they be stagnant
Money, money, money
But they never brought no racks in
How is he a rapper when he never got no backend
Chill out, you ain't got no guala
You should wait a minute
Niggas swear they bag deep
But they ain't never got no paper in it
What the f*ck he bragging for
Get a grip for real
Nigga, I make better rap songs
And they got hit appeal
Please don't nobody cap for him
He not shit for real
Oh you got fans? You on IG
Tell them follow me
Shit, I bet they like me more
Enso, it's not a competiti-
Boy, I like to go
I create a wave
And now these bitches wanna drive the boat
I say the shit I say
And get inside her and rock the boat
If brody f*cked up
I'm like, shit, I got a lot to hold
Nigga, this is not a loan
Yeah, I got this shit to give
Nigga, you can call me for this shit
Cause I keep getting it
Niggas hate I'm balling in this bitch
Cause I keep shitting on them
Niggas like "he walking on these beats"
I'm really tripping on 'em
This nigga think I'm talking to the beat
I'm really spitting on him
Nigga seen me talking to his freak
And now I'm spitting in her
Mama want me black with a degree
But I'm a spitting nigger
But then my mama like
"Yo ass been getting sweet
You just been spitting different"
I'm like, I got it, ma
I been knew I was sweet
You just ain't get it then
I made a hundred rap songs
Before I ever made dividends
I make different rap songs
You wanna dance or you tryna trip again
I was chilling out
But shit, now I'm damn near on tip again
You the type, you hit a hoe, she ask if your tip was in
I'm the type, I hit a hoe
She tell me that the tip too big
Bitch, you know you with the biggest
Niggas like I hate them niggas
I'm CCC, got my degree in having faith with niggas
We on some beep, beep, beep
Get out the way before I pave a nigga
"Crime mob"
No, it's just a mob we on a greater mission
These niggas see that we on top
And start to pray we slipping
I feel like the avatar, I'm the Aang of spitting
I talk a whole lot of shit like a anus spitting
Heavy snow, heavy snow (Yop)
F*ck is niggas talkin' about
Y'all better shut the f*ck up talkin' to me
I'm 'bout to jump right into that bitch
Really I'm confused
The way these niggas talkin
You would think they makin' moves
But they not, they be stagnant
Money, money, money
But they never brought no racks in
How is he a rapper when he never got no backend
Chill out, you ain't got no guala
You should wait a minute
Niggas swear they bag deep
But they ain't never got no paper in it
What the f*ck he bragging for
Get a grip for real
Nigga, I make better rap songs
And they got hit appeal
Please don't nobody cap for him
He not shit for real
Oh you got fans? You on IG
Tell them follow me
Shit, I bet they like me more
Enso, it's not a competiti-
Boy, I like to go
I create a wave
And now these bitches wanna drive the boat
I say the shit I say
And get inside her and rock the boat
If brody f*cked up
I'm like, shit, I got a lot to hold
Nigga, this is not a loan
Yeah, I got this shit to give
Nigga, you can call me for this shit
Cause I keep getting it
Niggas hate I'm balling in this bitch
Cause I keep shitting on them
Niggas like "he walking on these beats"
I'm really tripping on 'em
This nigga think I'm talking to the beat
I'm really spitting on him
Nigga seen me talking to his freak
And now I'm spitting in her
Mama want me black with a degree
But I'm a spitting nigger
But then my mama like
"Yo ass been getting sweet
You just been spitting different"
I'm like, I got it, ma
I been knew I was sweet
You just ain't get it then
I made a hundred rap songs
Before I ever made dividends
I make different rap songs
You wanna dance or you tryna trip again
I was chilling out
But shit, now I'm damn near on tip again
You the type, you hit a hoe, she ask if your tip was in
I'm the type, I hit a hoe
She tell me that the tip too big
Bitch, you know you with the biggest
Niggas like I hate them niggas
I'm CCC, got my degree in having faith with niggas
We on some beep, beep, beep
Get out the way before I pave a nigga
"Crime mob"
No, it's just a mob we on a greater mission
These niggas see that we on top
And start to pray we slipping
I feel like the avatar, I'm the Aang of spitting
I talk a whole lot of shit like a anus spitting
Writer: Cameron Foster
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid