hoodie (snortlines) lyrics
by tana
[Chorus]
Yeah, up my hustle a bit, I gotta up my grind
I ain't gotta prove myself, I just gotta prove I still got time
I just gotta prove to mama and pops, we gon' be fine
Hop in that five seat Bimmer whip, and made them seats recline
These n*ggas wack, these n*ggas lame and they tryna steal the shine
This ain't even the start, n*ggas don't know, I ain't even reach my prime
I go up and count more cheese, my cheddar, ain't worried 'bout mine
I roll up exotic weed, this pressure, my ho snort lines
[Verse 1]
Paper bags, poppin' tags, and XO weed, exotic strains
I'm poppin' off the with the gang, choppas out, we let 'em sing
[Chorus]
Yeah, up my hustle a bit, I gotta up my grind
I ain't gotta prove myself, I just gotta prove I still got time
I just gotta prove to mama and pops, we gon' be fine
Hop in that five seat Bimmer whip, and made them seats recline
These n*ggas wack, these n*ggas lame and they tryna steal the shine
This ain't even the start, n*ggas don't know, I ain't even reach my prime
I go up and count more cheese, my cheddar, ain't worried 'bout mine
I roll up exotic weed, this pressure, my ho snort lines
[Verse 2]
I know God on my side, Glock right on my hip
Cheese inside of my right, blick inside my hip
Don't leave your b*tch around my bros
'Cause she will for sure get flipped
Bon appetit fill it at the table and split that ho with my b*tch
Order a new pair of new Rick's, bad ho, she wan' take a pic'
Fly 'em out, I'm tired of this sh*t, bae gon' drive by in the whip
Gone off the pressure, it's straight, told her, "We gon' be okay"
I roll a Backwood, uh, I roll a Backwood' with eighth
[Chorus]
Up my hustle a bit, I gotta up my grind
I ain't gotta prove myself, I just gotta prove I still got time
I just gotta prove to mama and pops, we gon' be fine
Hop in that five seat Bimmer whip, and made them seats recline
These n*ggas wack, these n*ggas lame and they tryna steal the shine
This ain't even the start, n*ggas don't know, I ain't even reach my prime
I go up and count more cheese, my cheddar, ain't worried 'bout mine
I roll up exotic weed, this pressure, my ho snort lines
[Outro]
Snort lines
Snort lines
Lines, lines, lines