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[Intro]
Nigga, you do that shit, ayy
Rollin’ that piff, ayy
Put that tool on that chick, ayy
Ya ya ya

[Chorus]
State tried to give me eight, I told em you do that shit
Remember kickin’ doors, I knocked the screws off that bih
Lil’ shawty fucked up bout me, I put that woo on that bih
Ain’t sleepin’ on that money, I won’t snooze on it
Aye, all you niggas pussy, I put some lube on it
When my top drop, they mouth drop like, “Who own it?”
They like, “Who in it?”
They like, “Who he is?”
Heard that nigga wanted beef, I told him you eat it

[Verse]
You can’t book me at no club, nah, I just do arenas
Sniper gang in the buildin’, my whole crew geekin’
Jumped up in the rap shit, gave it a new meanin’
I found out ‘bout my son and he gave me a new reason
I’m hotter than a sauna, but I swear my jewels freezin’
And my shoes bleeding, ya
I might move to Venus, ya
Ball like Gilbert Arenas, ya
Lul’ shawty want my semen, ya
Shawty want my species, ya
Can’t even have my feces, ya
Homie want a feature
I might fuck my teacher, ya
And I love my PO, aye
Getting chip like Frito Lay
Can’t be killing people, aye
I got on Gucci sneakers
No, I can’t be killin’ bitches
Gettin’ blood on my Givenchy’s

[Chorus]
State tried to give me eight, I told em you do that shit
Remember kickin’ doors, I knocked the screws off that bih
Lil’ shawty fucked up bout me, I put that woo on that bih
Ain’t sleepin’ on that money, I won’t snooze on it
Aye, all you niggas pussy, I put some lube on it
When my top drop, they mouth drop like, “Who own it?”
They like, “Who in it?”
They like, “Who he is?”
Heard that nigga wanted beef, I told him you eat it

[Outro]
Aye, like real shit man a nigga…
I can’t be shootin’ niggas, gettin’ blood on my Giuseppe’s and shit
Nigga you do that shit, aye (Sniper Gang)
Woo on that bih, aye
Put that tool on that jit, aye
Ya, ya, ya

[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just tote it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t fuck with shawty

[Verse 1]
I be booted to the morning, PM to the morning
My lil’ Whoadie want a bag, I’m easier when I’m rolling
Hold up nigga, don’t you owe me? Yeah you owe me, don’t it?
Like I’m in Islands of Adventure how I stay rolling
Try to diss me
I need you six feet
She say she miss me
Then she went and kissed me
Damn, I’m so crispy
Xans got me dizzy
Try me I ain’t shy
I keep that Glizzy
I was [getting bent] (yeah yeah)
[?]
What the lick read?
Baby, come and lick me
V12, how I’m ridin’ in the 6 speed
I be ballin’ on you niggas out of this league

[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just tote it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t fuck with shawty

[Verse 2]
Yeah, that Glock got extended like a outlet
Are you out yet? I ain’t catch you out yet
I’m so damn fly, I do not step
Yeah I pop molly and I pop checks
I don’t where I’m goin’, I’m just floatin’
My dawg got gun license but he let me hold it
All these niggas phony, I do not condone it
I be goin’ ham, I do not baloney
It’s a Kodak moment, yeah
Bought it ’cause I wanted it
I be on the corner, yeah
Fuck the law enforcement
Project Baby got no stroller but I keep pushin’
Shawty love for me to choke her when I’m in that pussy

[Chorus]
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just tote it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t fuck with shawty

[Intro]
("Plugoz on the beat and I’m killin’ it)
Damn who make this beat, cuz I’m stealin’ it

Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flame now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flame, cause now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

[Verse 1: John Wicks & Kodak Black]
Thinking when I ain’t had shit
They was always pickin’ on my kicks
Catch me in the mall with the shit
Comin’ from the Projects now I’m rich
Remember when I hadn’t hit a lick
Now I’m flashin’ on these niggas, take a pic
Look baby, I ain’t got no time for this
Shawty said she wanna have my chick
All this flavor, I be saucin’ on a bitch
All this flavor, I be droppin’ when I drip
Sniper gang, we mobbin’ in this shit
I’m leakin’ like a faucet on the wrist
That robbin’ put these diamonds on my necklace
You walkin’ while I pull up in the Tesla
I’ma take yo’ lady ‘cuz she special
I keep the pipe, ‘cuz I’ma bust it if there’s pressure

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flame now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

[Verse 3: Jack Boy & Kodak Black]
Been goin’ hard, think I need to rest up
Been goin’ hard, ’cause really I’m like next up
Ran up that bread, fuck niggas can’t catch up
Run up you dead, we spray you from the neck up
Keep yo’ two cents, you broke, fuck yo’ lecture
Don’t want pressure, my snipers goin’ extra
Don’t you test us, like teachers we give lessons (Yeah, baby)
Cross ’em up, sniper goin’ issa
Hey Jack Boy, this her first time ridin’ in a foreign car
Ay, but she just don’t know that it’s a stolen car
Switch the VIN number, now this shit here mine now
I’m on house arrest, but I still be ridin’ around
And I can’t wife ya up, I can’t be tied down
I put the lighter up, but I can’t put the fire down
Just bought a AP, went lit up my wrist gang
G1 taught me right I got that whip gang
The industry they hit a lick on Biscayne
Fuck the industry I’m in the streets for real mayne
I’d like to stick around niggas say they in the field takin’ pics

[Chorus]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flam now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

[Hook]
Everybody tellin’ me I need to change
But then y’all gon’ complain when a nigga change
Bossed up you sayin’ lately he ain’t been the same
Fuck it y’all just wanna hate me anyways
Fuck it yeah the money gettin’ to my brain
Yeah, I think I’m all that with this big chain
I ain’t got no time tryin’ to explain
Yeah I love you bitch but I ain’t finna say it

[Verse 1]
Everybody finna have their own impression
I’ve been through too much so I don’t like expressing
Tell you one thing you gon’ ask another question
If I tell you how I feel you gon’ take advantage
Yeah I know you read the text but you ain’t get the message
I speak in codes it ain’t for you if you don’t understand it
Think what you want to think you could keep guessing
Why should I even tweet when all you finna do is @ it?
If I tell you ’bout myself I’m finna go to stressin
Cause I might go to ventin’ and I’ma start reflectin’
Took off from my past ridin’ in the Bentley
Walkin’ ’round like fuck you I’m gettin’ fetty

[Hook]
Everybody tellin’ me I need to change
But then y’all gon’ complain when a nigga change
Bossed up you sayin’ lately he ain’t been the same
Fuck it y’all just wanna hate me anyways
Fuck it yeah the money gettin’ to my brain
Yeah, I think I’m all that with this big chain
I ain’t got no time tryin’ to explain
Yeah I love you bitch but I ain’t finna say it

[Verse 2]
I’m rich but I’m ridin’ through the project
I’m not even supposed to be here I’m on house arrest
So, how you finna say "I forgot who raised me"
When I’m takin’ chances knowin’ this a violation
If you love me, you’d understand my situation
Cause you already know I’m on probation
Everybody tellin’ me they miss the old me
But how the fuck I’m finna change and be the old me?
I’m still the same nigga I’m evolving though
I kept goin’ back to jail like a revolving door
A nigga steady seeing more so I elevate
Say go back to the Kodak of the first mixtape

[Hook]
Everybody tellin’ me I need to change
But then y’all gon’ complain when a nigga change
Bossed up you sayin’ lately he ain’t been the same
Fuck it y’all just wanna hate me anyways
Fuck it yeah the money gettin’ to my brain
Yeah, I think I’m all that with this big chain
I ain’t got no time tryin’ to explain
Yeah I love you bitch but I ain’t finna say it

[Hook]
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through

[Verse 1]
Burn too many bridges, but I ain’t burning you
I hope you do good and hope you stay in school
Ain’t nobody perfect, but with me you ain’t gotta be perfect
Snakes on my Gucci, what I’m watching for, the serpents
Gave you all my time ’cause I felt like you was worth it
Running two door Wraith, I want you with me when I’m swerving
You was with me when I was hitting licks and I was serving
But I ain’t gon’ lie babygirl you did me dirty
Girl, you did me wrong, did me wrong, wrong, wrong
Even though I love you, I just couldn’t hold on
We was meant to be, and then you would’ve stayed strong
But you thought I was going, I was never coming home

[Hook]
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through

[Verse 2]
I’m looking at your picture reminiscing
I’m in this big ol’ mansion, now, look where you could’ve been
When I ask you ’bout the shit, you shoulda been genuine
Tell you the truth, we hook up now, it’s gon be different
Tell you the truth, we hook up now, it wouldn’t be the same
I don’t wanna bring you through no more pain
He was getting money, but that nigga lame
He was in my DMs tryna explain
You my ex-girl so I’ma use you for example
Every bit’ I meet for now, I’m just come keep it simple
Sometimes I wanna call you up and tell you slide
One thing about love, it don’t ever die

[Hook]
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through
You my first love, I still fuck with you
Looking at your picture, you should come through
I don’t even want nobody with me in the coupe
Look at all this shit that we done been through