AMG Snatchin'

[Intro: HBK Kidd] (Cardo Got Wings) Yo, what up, baby? Come holla at me right quick Don’t look that way, look this way Matter o’ fact, don’t look this way ‘Cause how this ice hittin’ You might just blind yo motherfuckin’ self (facts) You feel me? So, just listen up, let me talk some shit (let me talk my shit) Hear me out one time (clean yo ears, bitch) [Verse 1: HBK Kidd] Champagne toastin’ to life, in the fast lane floatin’ They know when Kid enter the room, the crack game over These old niggas in they feelings, ‘cause they trap game slowed up How I’m tellin’ you to grow up, when I ain’t older? This booth that I bought it came wit diamonds – complimentary Seen some shit in my life, I need a documentary Fendi me, I’m in da Fendi sto’, but I got Gucci on These rap niggas hate when I show up, I take they groupies home Jewelry on, but if I pull a bitch wit’out it It should tell you ‘bout myself and how yo bitch is ‘bout it Spent thousands with her (?), spent thousands with shot Cristal out the box, bitches piled in the yacht Safe, clear shores, I take her, now this bitch ain’t yours Carry legal on my seat, that’s the AK4 Then the number after six, I’ma stunna after chips She a gunna, had to hit, yo nigga ain’t got none o’ dis [Interlude: Larry June] Aye, what’s hannin’, bitch? Yeah, I know, I know...I see you, I see you Oh, okay, he got da ‘53 Oh, yeah, it’s the ‘63 Asking some crazy shit, like “What’s the difference between a ’53 and ’63?” You know what I’m sayin’ Fifty-thousand, cock sucka Off top, game related shit [Verse 2: Larry June] Mob coolin’, fuckin’ wit my bros Goin’ through my phone, might crack another go I’m lazy, game on point You ain’t ‘bout yo money, nigga, you just wanna boink I’m chilling, good day Not just 1, bitch, here for $6K Good job, you’re doin’ great My name’s Larry, baby (good job, Larry), by da way So, I’m slidin’ down da block, 3rd street to be exact Grab a juice and some zigzags, time to get it crackin’ Da block hot, so I’m out da way wit da bitch Daly City, just fifteen from the shits I got court in da mornin’, so I’m chillin’ for real Ten bands for da lawyer, I ain’t trippin’ for real I like money, cars, expensive clothes And I’m havin’ all three, so she choosin’ fasho What’s hannin’? [Interlude: Payroll Giovanni] Yuh, game related shit Big difference Shit ain’t hard to tell, you got eyeballs Real hustla shit 4-1 [Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni] You on da waitin’ list for Jordans I’m on waitin’ lists for foreigns I ain’t really gotta speak, my aura tell you I’m important Always been a team player, just don’t play with Pay’s portion Got a mansion in the A, I swear the view is so gorgeous But I’m at my other mansion, on my patio laughin’ wit my kids Jump into my Benz, head to another crib This where da work hid Barely furnished, but the flat screen so big And Don P is always in da fridge Neiman shopping bags all in da hall Lookin’ through ‘em, damn, I forgot I bought dese dawg Grab twenty pounds, front ‘em to my mans, he good These ain’t goin’ to dispensaries, these goin’ to da hood Want my people livin’ good, and we all know is sell Cocaine, pills, booze (?), and bowls of blo’ Shit, as a youngin’ I was sellin’ all fo’, I ain’t give a fuck Was prepared to hold my head high if I got handcuffed [Outro: Payroll Giovanni] No, we ain’t doin’ dat shit no mo’ Err’thang legitimate Cardo, what up though? Grammy-winnin’ Larry June...HB...game related shit Mob shit, yeah