Sneak Diss lyrics

[Chorus]
Say they want that street sh*t
50 round ARP in the Jeep sh*t
b*tch I don't care bout' tweets, my n*ggas sleep sh*t
Difference between me and you is you goin’ sneak diss
I’m the type to catch you down bad on creep sh*t
100 in my bag, I might pull up and sweep sh*t
Pull up in a Jag, I left with a freak b*tch
Pull up, hop out, walk ya' down, hide and seek sh*t
n*ggas bluffin' but we know they ain't on beef sh*t

[Verse 1]
Molly Santan
50 turn a lil n*gga to a man
10 milligram Percs, I got that sh*t from grinding
For the Xanax, I'm taxing Uncle Sam
Local trap star prolly' servin' your mans
100 rounds on me in a Sprinter van
Molly on me, that lil b*tch is tan
Look at bro's wrist when he's workin' the pan
Keep a Smith, like my first name is Stan
Keep a b*tch who won't tell in that jam
In the coupe, the same color as Xans
You a b*tch, heard you told on yo' mans
Drop the ticket cause I'm servin' up midget
Go to Vegas when I'm wrappin' and shippin'
I got two bad b*tches in here kissing
When I met them, lil b*tch I was tippin'
Young n*gga bout' his check like he Pippen
Young n*gga bout' his check like he pimpin'
Counting money, all I know is addition
You a lick, turn yo' ass to a mission
Baby Draco and it came with a 50
AR pistol and the clip hold 60
Thought I fell off, I know them n*ggas wishin'
Keep it on me, n*ggas know I ain't missin'
[Chorus]
Say they want that street sh*t
50 round ARP in the Jeep sh*t
b*tch I don't care bout' tweets, my n*ggas sleep sh*t
Difference between me and you is you goin’ sneak diss
I’m the type to catch you down bad on creep sh*t
100 in my bag, I might pull up and sweep sh*t
Pull up in a Jag, I left with a freak b*tch
Pull up, hop out, walk ya' down, hide and seek sh*t
n*ggas bluffin' but we know they ain't on beef sh*t