Snatch and Grab It (feat. Blayde)

Pussy nigga don't know what the f*ck he talkin bout I got shooters, I got ops, running on the block All you had to do was say it and you fucking had it Now you fucked up, nigga that's a snatch and grab it With my team, sippin lean, smoking on this tree Stacking up this fucking money, jobs no Steve Running up a check, nigga that's a fat fee And I'm with my team, nothing's ever stopping me What you wanna tell about it I got pound, I got glocks, stashed up right in my closet Saying that you're hard, but you blast off like a rocket Had to punch a pussy nigga, almost broke his eye socket What you want What you want now Owed me on the front, could have sold by the pound Could have rode with my team, and we stay smoking loud While we loading up the slugs, round after round I was only 17 hitting licks, busting juugs, going to the city, then I'm going to the hood Got bitches wanna hang, I wish that I could and I probably would Got people thinking I'm a fucking crook How could they read me, they can't even read a fucking book And now I'm getting everyone shook Should have just paid me, but he ran and he took Ran and he took Ran and he took Ran and he took Got my money up, running from the fucking plug Off white on my shoes and Off white on my rug Jay one on the beat and we stay cooking up And we always light up Pussy nigga don't know what the f*ck he talkin bout I got shooters, I got ops, running on the block All you had to do was say it and you fucking had it Now you fucked up, nigga that's a snatch and grab it With my team, sippin lean, smoking on this tree Stacking up this fucking money, jobs no Steve Running up a check, nigga that's a fat fee And I'm with my team, nothing's ever stopping me Stopping me Stopping me Stopping me