I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
I was in eighth grade when I started selling weed
Riding round the city with an O in the jeep
Coop was driving wild when we spotted the police
Said f*ck that, hit a turn swerving down the street
Bitch I feel like freddy kreuger way I get inside they head
You don't know bout being real these pussys ratting on their set
Cause when I woke up in jail I aint say shit bout my connect
I just checked
You robbed me now you wet
My dawg aim at your head
We sliding like a sled
I aint popping beans I smoke the opposite of red
She a pretty girl I like it when she give the head
Getting shit done, yeah I'm going through the steps
Setting the foundation yeah I'm laying down the bread
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
Woah woah Joey
We pour a four, codeine
My homies sold doty
Way I'm getting money bout to cop a f*cking golf rollie
Woah homie
The way we rocking you can tell we aint broke homie
Hoes know me
Its pitch black outside I'm driving slow homie
My wrist cold homie
My wrist froze homie
Windows so tinted got the police on patrol homie
Give a f*ck hell nah I'm pushing weight
Mix some sugar with the bread and we bake a cake
That hoe playing games little bitch give me face
F*ck these cops, do the race if I catch another case
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
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I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
I was in eighth grade when I started selling weed
Riding round the city with an O in the jeep
Coop was driving wild when we spotted the police
Said f*ck that, hit a turn swerving down the street
Bitch I feel like freddy kreuger way I get inside they head
You don't know bout being real these pussys ratting on their set
Cause when I woke up in jail I aint say shit bout my connect
I just checked
You robbed me now you wet
My dawg aim at your head
We sliding like a sled
I aint popping beans I smoke the opposite of red
She a pretty girl I like it when she give the head
Getting shit done, yeah I'm going through the steps
Setting the foundation yeah I'm laying down the bread
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
Woah woah Joey
We pour a four, codeine
My homies sold doty
Way I'm getting money bout to cop a f*cking golf rollie
Woah homie
The way we rocking you can tell we aint broke homie
Hoes know me
Its pitch black outside I'm driving slow homie
My wrist cold homie
My wrist froze homie
Windows so tinted got the police on patrol homie
Give a f*ck hell nah I'm pushing weight
Mix some sugar with the bread and we bake a cake
That hoe playing games little bitch give me face
F*ck these cops, do the race if I catch another case
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
I was in eighth grade when I started selling weed
Riding round the city with an O in the jeep
Coop was driving wild when we spotted the police
Said f*ck that, hit a turn swerving down the street
Bitch I feel like freddy kreuger way I get inside they head
You don't know bout being real these pussys ratting on their set
Cause when I woke up in jail I aint say shit bout my connect
I just checked
You robbed me now you wet
My dawg aim at your head
We sliding like a sled
I aint popping beans I smoke the opposite of red
She a pretty girl I like it when she give the head
Getting shit done, yeah I'm going through the steps
Setting the foundation yeah I'm laying down the bread
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
Woah woah Joey
We pour a four, codeine
My homies sold doty
Way I'm getting money bout to cop a f*cking golf rollie
Woah homie
The way we rocking you can tell we aint broke homie
Hoes know me
Its pitch black outside I'm driving slow homie
My wrist cold homie
My wrist froze homie
Windows so tinted got the police on patrol homie
Give a f*ck hell nah I'm pushing weight
Mix some sugar with the bread and we bake a cake
That hoe playing games little bitch give me face
F*ck these cops, do the race if I catch another case
I was moving snow back in summer 16
Riding round the city big block with a beam
I don't beef for nothing unless its about my f*cking cheese
What my brothers look like letting thots come in between
Writer: Thomas Scott
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