Songtexte Need A Snickers - KiD Swoop

Close that door

Picture me rollin in some shit that you can't be in
Stars in the roof let's go to Mars for the weekend
Baby I can't miss you let me hit I keep a secret
But if that pussy good I might tell twinnem go and peep it
I swear this lil bitch nasty she might just be the freakiest
Get to tugging at my balls when she eat it she need Jesus
Baby bought a pendant for my Cuban it was Jesus
We gon slide on these niggas inna lemon they the sweetest
At a table full of wolves they be eating more than Cletus
I told shorty keep her legs but her head I be Beavis
Can't get pregnant from the throat but if you could baby keep it
Poke it while you throat it sing Ray Charles to the peaches, Georgia
Baby what's yo name that ain't important
I know that I ain't shit but you still rocking you support it
If you pick it up I got it bae I can afford it
I been done came Gucci socks stepping in the forces
It took a minute to get hip now I den crashed out
My niggas get on tip off minor shit can't turn my mans down
Homie need the shirt up off my back can't turn my mans down
Keep my Armstrong to lift em up like I make Jazz now
Damn the block been hot but it's okay cause we keep fans round
You know that you ain't stepping round big steppa, I keep frats round
Job application to the streets let me check yo background
I den amputated all my niggas ain't no handouts
Same knife you used to cross me I'll use to cut you off
Swear these niggas bugging used to love em till I sprayed the off
Drac and Uzi wit me swear this shit gon make me take the aux
The way this money coming pockets pregnant I got quick results
Could've, should've, would've snaked a nigga but that ain't me
Fuck I look like holding my tongue we yell we can't breathe
With all these battle wounds I'm still at peace shit I be Cochise
Doing this for all my lil saints shit I be Drew Brees
The only way I'm headed is up top keep one up top shit I be U.P
Suppressors on artillery move in silence like movies
I'm the truth well absolutely, no gravity could move me
I'm pulling niggas cards like them cavities they pulling
They move funny can't get caught in the mix so move from me
My mood money, David or Elgin I would've killed Sonny
Looking back at days I was nothing shit was real muddy
You can catch a bullet over small shit that's real Muggsy

Came from some shit we only know it as the trenches
Who would ever thought it would make million dollar niggas
On the road to a M, become a million dollars richer
Spilt a milli with my brothers give two fucks about a Richard