Rap Snacks Lyrics

Let me clear the air and give y'all lil' niggas a refresher

Hey, what's up

I ain't puttin' no dinero on y'all cashapp

There's so much money in this bitch, I gotta measure

Yeah, okay

Hey, at this point, I think I need a bag of rap snacks

Tell me if he talkin' shit, I'm finna get his lo

With these glocks and 223s, I'm finna up the score

I took his pic, he said cheese, and I shot him like a cannon camera

And that's the reason why that nigga never talk no more

Talkin' shit would turn his crib into a warfare

I be walkin' down that bitch like I was born there

We'll really turn yo block into a Call of Duty game

If she get too boujee, I'ma grab this lil' bitch and by her a horse hair

If they sleep, let them sleep

They ain't wakin' up

She ate shrimp and want some dick okay, we breakin' up

This hoe talkin' hella shitI'm finna bust her down

All these Xans, I pop today

I gotta shake it up

Okay, I haven't took a L since I was Rocking Ambercrombie

I ain't meetin' up to scrap, you gotta find me

I had gave this bitch some dick and now she walkin' like a zombie

Fresh as fuck I need to call some paparazzi

Gave my mom a FN now she a walking hazard

Finna blick some niggas down and try to mute some chatter

He was talkin' hella shit until we got him splattered

Niggas better ask about me

I get up and at him

Huh

Yeah, I get up and at him

Ask about me now, cause I get up and at him