[Intro]
Snotty nose mafia, bitch
Snotty nose mafia, bitch
Huh, yeah
[Verse]
They told me every flow was tactical, actual, factual, wetter than Havasu
Half of you rappers is pussy, you really just vaginal
That is true, jumpin' off the block and shoot like Bob Macadoo
You passionate mastered the art of the casual capping
You small talk inside the barbershop, casual banter
The bros and the hoes get the iPhone, fiends get the Samsung
They say we born to die like I’m out the womb with a handgun
Flow wetter than an aqueduct, huh
Bitch love the money, check the opulence
Like I'd done overkill, thought I popped 'em once
Sipping purple rain, Lake Minnetonka bruh
YG gotta bulletproof tonka truck
That’s my nigga I'ma call 'em Obama Blood
I'm mixing pills with the drank, different kinda buzz
Social weed connoisseur, different kind of buds
You lit on Instagram, in person you're the kindest thug
I assume you need a light, tryna find the plug
Since Lil Wayne said "Ya dig," man ya grave got dug
I let it rip like a Beyblade
Yo girl an exotic dancer, how much yo' bae make?
And charge 'em interest when they didn't appreciate me and they days late
You can’t drip harder, yo body in the surf gon’ hit the wave, break
Bitch, I'ma boss, I could upgrade you and fix yo pay grade
This Uzi make him hit the Woah, choppa gon’ make 'em Nae Nae
The biggest comeback, not Tyga, stacks on deck money gang-gang
Bitch it's Snotty Nose Mafia 'til the day I ain’t-ain't
It'll be Snotty Nose once they write my lyrics in paint things
It's Friday, ain't got shit on my pops nigga, bang-bang
Get yo main thing lost inside of my spank bank
Gold SoundCloud chain fell in the bathroom sink drain
Sat inside the shower for hours, tryna replay things
Seen the symbolized metaphorical, I'm the Oracle
And I ain't talkin' the arena hosting the Warriors, it's more than that
More than a nigga, more like a Moor, that's an important fact
Bored, loading .40s, watching Rick and Morty while blowing sacks
Buddha did four years, I promised him he ain't goin' back
I heard the truth hurts, but watch they face when you show 'em facts
Counting up Blue Faces, Thotiana, I'll Blow ya back
I gave you two years of bullshit, I was holding back
I got a new chain, new diamonds, the gold intact
Real niggas do things, Shang Tsung, ya soul get snatched
My niggas bang drums-bang drums, nigga join the band
I get her nude quick
You two? Still holding hands
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