Snow

[Intro]

Oh shit, oh shit!

Yo look outside son

You see that?

Damn son, it's comin' down right?

Ok

Let's go

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

Yeah, yeah

You played the art of war like a chess champ

The wrestler's camp, let's give the man a hand

He used to go hand to hand by the gram

Take a brick and then grind it to sand

Baby girl, my 45. don't jam, Al Pacino wit a tan

Ghetto Casino, rollin' c-lo wit Vito

For nothing under a c-note, nigga, we still reppin' the East Coast

Reaching for toast like TV remotes

Spray cans where graffiti is wrote

And where the media promotes so I appear like a genie in smoke

And for me it's so easy to boast, even when I'm greasy & broke

In a pea coat

And this beat here's good as meatloaf

Better yet a pot roast

Play the block close, if niggas need work

The hits out, better you then me first

Nigga do your research, you'll be six feet beneath dirt

Promise you this much, I'm out for the big bucks, Mr. Big Stuff, get your shit touched

Keep the 45th tucked, nigga kiss butt

Whip the Benz truck, siippin' juice from a pimp's cup, huh

This is money rap, run a hundred & twenty laps

On the track, it's a money wrap

Blat!

Brothers scat, do some jumping jacks

Brothers put out a buncha crap

Now they perfect for tax

[Chorus]

Snow

Let's go, finesse the flow

Fresh dressed from head to toe, let em' know

On wit the show, we used to play the corner for dough

Rain...hail...

Snow

Let's go, finesse the flow

Fresh dressed from head to toe, let em' know

On wit the show, we used to play the corner for dough

Rain...hail...

Snow

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

Me and my niggas had dreams of riches

Bad bitches wit mean figures, keep the green twisted

Squeeze biscuits, underneath the money green Discus, 20 cheap hits and mischief

Juggling Jum's, bubblegum

Cum on her tongue, the color of rum, it's the return of the fly bum, hon

Maybe it's just my radiant flesh or the baby tech that wet up a grey GS, yes

Place your bets, till I get to taste success, rappers to me are just a waste of breath

If they can't take a threat then pay Flex out the Avirex

Snakes for pets

Eat a rat, spit out the head

Single handedly rip, you and whoever you wit, level and peddle some incredible shit

Run in your kennel once the kettle is lit

We'll beat you wit the metal clip, firmly legit

You Kibbles & Bits, bitch

[Chorus]

Snow

Let's go, finesse the flow

Fresh dressed from head to toe, let em' know

On wit the show, we used to play the corner for dough

Rain...hail...

Snow

Let's go, finesse the flow

Fresh dressed from head to toe, let em' know

On wit the show, we used to play the corner for dough

Rain...hail...

Snow

[Production by Roc Marciano]