Sniffin Blow lyrics

[Intro]
Pink 10, n*gga, get me aroused
Pink 10, n*gga, get me aroused

[Verse 1]
n*gga sweet, he won't come out the house
Trap house wit a drake in the couch
After whippin', I'm takin' it out
Let the dope dry on paper towel
My unc stabbin' until he get out
Cut his tongue, n*gga runnin' his mouth
I start robbin' anytime it's a drought
I been lookin' for n*gga like scouts
n*ggas hiding', they know what I'm bout
I keep hollerin', BLATT out
If we spin, n*gga dead if he don’t crouch
n*gga jump in that water like trout

[Chorus]
Big bloody, so BLATT what I shout
Opp pack, n*gga blow in the clouds
I was broke, tryna take n*gga down
I kick the door in
Give me that now
I sniff blow when nobody around
I won't go, I keep loading these rounds
I shot my opp
Go revive him, hе down
Wet n*gga block up
I seen n*gga drown
This n*gga 5 feet but 6 feet in the ground
Finna slime n*gga ass out for this pound
Slimе a n*gga out for this pound
[Verse 2]
I was in the street f*ck bout cap and a gown
Teach a n*gga how to do a hit wit no sound
n*gga cook a brick, cook 36 ounce
Chicken, bawk bawk, ounce
I serve chicken
Bawk bawk, and I count
I'm wit swipe God, we swiping sh*t on my account
The j say 'My God bro, I cannot afford that amount'
Opp drop on my Ipod
I told bro just follow the route
I'm chillin wit swipe God
Hit the ATM WIT money pouch
Wit a money pouch
Come to the trap house, this sh*t boomin, this sh*t bounce
Uh, I'm off a Xanax, drug using make me slouch
Uh, I'm off a Percocet, and I'm cruisin through the South
In my house, I got pints on my kitchen counter
I'm geekin, its pints on my kitchen counter
I don't got leave far
From my room to geek in time
If I told you I quit these percs, I'm freakin lying
Perkys on my kitchen counter
Pints all on my kitchen counter
I f*ck this freak hoe, she say I'm an animal
Her pus*y fat, it's shaped like toe of camel
The fye inside my hand, i ain't talkin bout candle
Percocet in this Porsche Cayenne
I lost handle
Turkey neck, she gave gobble neck, make me scramble
n*gga posted on that block, Julius Randle
Grab the Glock
n*gga shot a opp, in my sandals
Caught a opp, n*gga put him on Fox
Channel
Me and Swipe God, bank account locked, did a scandal
I'm wit Swipe God, in this drop top, and it's manual
[Chorus]
Big bloody so BLATT what I shout
Opp pack, n*gga blow in the clouds
I was broke, tryna take n*gga down
I kick the door in
Give me that now
I sniff blo when nobody around
I won't go, I keep loading these rounds
I shot my opp
Go revive him, he down
Wet n*gga block up
I seen n*gga drown
This n*gga 5 feet but 6 feet in the ground
Finna slime n*gga ass out for this pound
Slime a n*gga out for this pound