SNOOPIN

Shadow
AV with that drip, ho

Hitta wok, keep it sippin'
Spinnin' on ya bitches
Red and black beamer, bustin' sideways, have you dishin'
2 A.M., windows tinted
Smokin' up, we snoopin'
Have ya geeked up, doin' donuts like we fit in
Let it ride, kick it back, and we rockin' Gucci in a mosh
Pourin' fours, ain't no tweakin', pockets slippin' for some more
Hitta wok, keep it sippin'
Spinnin' on ya bitches
Red and black beamer, busin' sideways with ya bitch

Fuckin' a Betty with black socks, I'm a playa'
Shut the fuck up, never talk like aye yuh
Need a bitch with euphoria, like Zendaya
Pull up in my all-black coat like aye yuh
Like aye yuh, pop you like a rock
I don't give a fuck, muh-fucka, you an opp
Stop, 'fore I pull up with a Glock, yeah
Imma need a drop top

Got a bad bitch on me, tryna put it in her stomach
I don't really love a bitch, so I tell that bitch I won't come in
I switch the shit like a subject
I flip the bitch then I bust it (yuh, yuh)
Wait, tell that bit' that I'm awesome
Walk in this bitch, with a beam, we playing possum
And I keep that nina tucked because I had to double-cross 'em
Wait, twelve-piece nugget with the way a nigga sauce 'em
Jumpin' out the gym, a nigga had to Randy Moss 'em

Hi, you can't spell fame without me
I just walked in the mall with an AR-15
And I'm standin' on these bitches with both my feet
And I'm outside your crib like I lost my keys
Aye, I just bought a stick in the party, there's no piñatas here
Dicked down a bitch, catch my nut, and then I'm outta here
I might break his jaw 'cause I don't like his fuckin' attitude
The only time I smile is when the devil said "I'm proud of you"
The cops come and get me, I guess I'm Juice WRLD
I just fucked a bitch from that dumb show New Girl
Doin' donuts in the whip I'm 'bout to make my fuckin' coup twirl
I heard this nigga rap for free, he a fuckin' intern

Dog go woof
Bitch go uhh
How many niggas tryna take my vrrr
Nigga I'm so fly, I'm a muh-fuckin' brrr
Make that pussy squirt like brrr, brrr, brrr
Her dick suckin' face like Bella Poarch
We be on the front porch fucking in her dad's Porsche
Your bitch at Coachella and she mad bored
How many niggas be in that whore?
1, 2, 3, 4
Ooga-ooga booga, runnin' like I'm Suga
Knight, Imma fuck Keira Knightley every night
Super Mario with the pipe, on the Peach princess's tights
Give my Klondike to a dyke
My momma hella cried when I fuckin' crashed the whip outside
Insurance got higher than a kite
Higher than the likes that your girlfriend gets
When she showin' off her thighs
Yeah!

'Aight, we killed it
Why don't we call this song, uh
Not "drop it like it's hot"
Drop it like it's cold