snow

By kuru

Released on January 19, 2020

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[Verse 1: kuru]

Bloodhounds

Whoa, whoa, oh

I just hit a bag, I go in the store and I see what I want

If you listening, hear Xanax bars, and see me have fun


[?]

You tryna play your cards, [?] drama

[?] on me, yeah

They told [?] to stop me, yeah


[?]

See this shit, I'ma cop it, yeah

Shout out [?]

She just wan' ask for the comma

So sick of the drama

Posted up in Florida


[Verse 2: osquinn]

Shawty acting like she know me

Fuck off, tryna phone me

Ex girl hit me up tryna fuck all my homies

All up in my DMs tryna act like they know me

Cold heart with a switchblade but that was the old me

Bloodhounds in the back

Let's get to the bag

I just got a sack

Stop calling me dad

My switchblade the best friend I ever had

You tryna do this the hard way, stop tryna chat

Come up to the crib, you already know

Can't handle myself, I'm losing control

Just got me a bag and I filled it with snow

Promise I'll get to the dough

Please stop calling my phone

When she gon' leave me alone

Ridin' round in a Camry, I'ma crash into a home


[Verse 3: chach]

You wanna come slide then let's go

Making them plays when I'm on the road

Bitch I'm a dog, I'll never do wrong

I got your bitch and she singing my songs

Boy you a fan singing along

Stay in the house, [?]

[?], get to the bag and then that shit gone

Get to the pack and pass like baton

She don't gotta ask, she know what I want

Circle tight, we got my dawgs

[?] that new shit shine

Prada shades when I go blind

Quit fuckin' around and wastin' my time

Got no time to waste 'cause I'm on my grind

Bought you a verse, it's sixty a line

I'm paying for words, you're paying for vibes

Like why you so mad, I'm up in my prize

Bitch I'ma star so I'm gonna shine


[Verse 4: pitfall]

On second thought

Fuck on this thot, yeah, she giving me top

Ricky on my feet and you know it cost a lot, know it cost a lot

Bitch, I'm juggernaut, yeah

Off the pills, just doin' this shit for thrills

Bitch, I'm going for the kill

Rock designer brands, you shop at Goodwill


[?]

Get the fuck out my face, you goin' downhill

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)