Bleu Snappin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh

[Verse 1]
Uh, pick 'em off, I f*ck 'em all then egg 'em on
Her nipples hard and a n*gga cold
Before silicone she was skin and bones
Surfin' that sh*t like Billabong
Her n*gga home, they don't get along
This the only di*k she be sittin' on
b*tch ain't gon' be playin' no Game of Thrones
Hold on', hold on', bubble butt with these hands, I caress that
Bust a nut on her ass, call her wetback
Collar tucked, skinny pants, I finesse that
Wings up on the Lamb 'cause it's jet black
Pew, I ain't mad at her
Shе got a man, tell your man you just got manhandled
Pop that cran apple, thе pus*y panhandler
I f*ck her good, I put her to sleep, I Mr. Sandman her

[Chorus]
Mm, dark cider, my nuts make me walk wider
I pull up in a soft top, the car timeless
I'm a sharpshooter, I be with sharpshotters
Money talks, n*gga, I got that yada-yada
[Verse 2]
She say "Get in my belly"
I put di*k up in her stomach, she say "Get in my belly"
I put di*k up in her stomach, she say "Get in my belly"
She sit on this motherf*cker like Corinthian leather
di*k up in her stomach, she say "Get in my belly"
Bought a Birkin for my blicka, she say "n*gga, I'm jelly"
Put some white girl on my thumb, she lick that b*tch like a lesbian
Said the truth is hard to swallow, she ain't no lie detector, hold on

[Refrain]
Westside, I like my weed like my b*tches, from the Westside
I be leanin', I be sippin', I be just fine
Red beam and I ain't talkin' 'bout no X5
Red beam and I ain't talkin' 'bout no X5

[Verse 3]
Dreads slingin', red flag down my hair tie
Take the kilos out the bag, let 'em air dry
Throw a P up for Pirus, sh*t that PS5
Throw a P up for Pirus, sh*t that PS5
I'm a speed up in that new whip, f*ck a test drive
I'm a creep up on them n*ggas like a hairline
Creep up on them n*ggas like a–
I'ma creep up on them n*ggas like I'm Left Eye
[Refrain]
I'ma squeeze that f*ckin' trigger like a necktie
On codeine, I'm like a turtle, I'm a reptile
Red beam and I ain't talkin' 'bout no X5
Red beam and I ain't talkin' 'bout no X5

[Verse 4]
I'ma speed up in her pus*y, f*ck her sex drive
I'ma creep up on them n*ggas like they deaf, slime
I'ma creep up my lil' n*gga like a–, like a–
I'ma creep up my lil' n*gga like a deadline
Got them sleepin' with the fishes, he was dead-tired
Send a PJ for my b*tches, f*ck a red eye
Let her pus*y open up and I'ma headline
Want a good ting n*gga with some money on it
All these karats in my chain make a bunny hop
I be laughin' 'to the bank 'cause it's funny, yup
In the belly of the beast where the stomach at
Hold on, shoot 'em in the–, shoot 'em in the head, that part, n*gga, ooh
All these n*ggas feds and narcs, n*gga, ooh
I like my b*tches red and dark, n*gga, ooh
I like 'em braindead and smart, n*gga, ooooooh
Yeah, I'ma shoot em in the head, that part, mm
I think all you n*ggas feds and narcs, mm
Like my b*tches red, red and dark, mm
[Chorus]
Mm, dark cider, my nuts make me walk wider
I pull up in a soft top, the car timeless
I'm a sharpshooter, I be with sharpshotters
Money talks, n*gga, I got that yada-yada

[Outro]
Ooh, Westside, like my weed like my b*tches, from the Westside
I be leanin', I be sippin', I be just fine
Red beam and I ain't talkin' 'bout no X5
Red beam and I ain't talkin' 'bout no X5