CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : SNOOPIN

Shadow
AV with that drip, ho

Hitta wok keep it sippin'
Spinnin' on ya b*t*hes
Red and black beamer busting sideways, have your dishin'
2AM, windows tinted
Smokin' up, we snoopin'
Have ya geeked up, doing donuts like we fit in
Let it ride, kick it back, and rockin' Gucci in a mosh
Pourin' fours, ain't no tweakin', pocket slippin' for some more
Hitta wok keep it sippin'
Spinnin' on ya b*t*hes
Red and black beamer busting sideways with ya b*t*h

F**kin' a Betty with black socks, I'm a playa
Shut the f**k up, never talk like aye yuh
Need a b*t*h with euphoria like Zendaya
Pull up in my all black coat like aye yuh
Like aye yuh, pop you like a rock
I don't give a f**k, muh-f**ka, you an opp
Before I pull up with a Glock
Imma need a drop top
Got a bad b*t*h on me
Tryna put it in her stomach
I don't really love a b*t*h
So I tell that b*t*h I won't come in
I switch the sh*t like a subject
I flip the b*t*h then I bust it
Wait, tell that bit that I'm awesome
Walk in this b*t*h with a beam, we playing possum
And I keep that nina tucked because I had to double-cross 'em
Wait, twelve piece nuggets with the way a n***a sauce 'em
Jumpin' out the gym, a n***a had to Randy Moss 'em

Hi
You can't spell fame without me
I just walked in the mall with an AR-15
And I'm standing on these b*t*hes with both my feet
And I'm outside your crib like I lost my keys
Aye, I just brought a stick in the party
There's no piñatas here
D**ked down a b*t*h, catch my nut and then I'm outta here
I might break his jaw cuz I don't like his f**kin' att**ude
The only time I smile is when the devil said "I'm proud of you"
The cops come and get me, I guess I'm Juice WRLD
I just f**ked a b*t*h from that dumb show New Girl
Doing donuts in the whip I'm bout to make my f**kin' coup twirl
Heard this n***a rap for free, he a f**kin' intern
Dog go woof
B*t*h go uhhh
How many n***as tryna take my BRRR
N***a I'm so fly, I'm a muh-f**kin' BRRR
Make the pu**y squirt like BRRR BRRR BRRR
Her d**k suckin' face like Bella Poarch
We be on the front porch f**king in her dad's Porsche
Your b*t*h at Coachella and she mad bored
How many n***as be in that w****?
1, 2, 3, 4
Ooga-ooga booga, running like I'm Suga
Knight, Imma f**k Keira Knightley every night
Super Mario with the pipe on the Peach princess's tights
Give a Klondike to a Dyke
My momma hella cried when I f**kin' crashed the whip outside
Insurance got higher than a kite
Higher than the likes that your girlfriend gets when she showing off her thighs

Yeah!
Ight, uh we killed it!
Why don't we call the song uh not "drop it like its hot"
Drop it like its cold!