Sneaky Link lyrics

Yeah

Yeah I heard y’all call for some heat

We’ll let’s light this b*tch up



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



Can you keep it on the hush hush, that real low

Silent and deadly, I shoot low blows

Cuffed ain’t the angle, I’m mingling

I’m the real show, flow like poison, little widow

X on my back, my shooter got the strap if you coming behind
n*ggas get blown back

Search party, put them in the box like Joe

Flow so sick, I had to let these n*ggas know
Lame ass n*ggas always trying to get a hug from me

Bringing out the Love in me, Quinn
So it’s time to get the Glock, from above on me

(get the Glock, from above on me)





I ain’t your girl, we meet up on the weekends, you tweaking
Got my name up in your mouth, please have a seat man

I don't even know your last name, you trying to ride the wave
You trying to buckle up, how about shut the f*ck up?



Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on
That’s when I can take your n*gga, hope that you don't take it wrong
The best he ever had, still mad he ain’t get to bone
Crocs in drive, on the run, I gotta make it home


Won't give him any, so he tripping

Childish ass n*ggas, I sit pretty, get attention

Big billboards with my name on it

Dating older men, Wolfsbane on him

Lost me on my way to the top

Real heavy gravity, I can’t stop

Won’t stop , get dropped

Pop, pop, pop said my little old Glock

You in shock, a little pretty gem, no flocks

Standing by the stage, little groupie

You trivial as f*ck, thinking that a rich n*gga gonna put you on the up’s, like do that n*gga really even give a f*ck?

(even give a f*ck?)


I ain’t your girl, we meet up on the weekends, you tweaking, got my name up in your mouth, please have a seat man

I don’t even know your last name, you trying to ride the wave, you trying to buckle up, how about shut the f*ck up?

How about shut the f*ck up

How about shut the f*ck up

How about shut the f*ck up



Yeah, yeah



Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on, that’s when I can take your n*gga, hope that you don’t take it wrong , the best he ever had, still mad he ain’t get to bone, Crocs in drive, on the run, I gotta make it home



I fell in love with my sneaky link

That’s all this is, got you feeling like we in sync we Apryl n’ Omarion, cause he Lil Fizz

Copped his best friend, I know I made him hurt

n*ggas feeling real Burnt , it’s getting me real felling real turnt, walk it Like I talk it

Now it’s time to let me go , All that char on his ego
sh*t his breath stink like Fritos

Eat you up and spit you out, sh*t you know what I’m about, tip you over, pour you out

Man eater, f*ck that I'm a band eater

1000’s on my wrist, never trust a b*tch, switch it up real quick, only seeing blue strips, b*tch