Текст песни Snow Tires - 38 Spesh , Klass Murda

Huh
Let me tell y'all another story
Roll up that gun smoke
Ayo

I had the incentivizes to sit and dry bricks
Her, I could improvise with and minimize risk
A young, innocent, fly chick that isn't my bitch
Knew her since '96 on some junior high shit
Her name Violet, a real fly bitch I used to vibe with
Wanted to fuck, but she denied it every time I tried it
We decided to remain friends and stay platonic
When I had problems with a bitch, she gave me guidance
The only one I know that wouldn't break a promise
So I sent her on a NY trip to make some dollars
The driver, the one that I trust to take the product
I threw a couple fools some jewels and they forgot it
She was honest, one time she drove back from Fort Myers
With fire for the nose divers and dope buyers
Baby girl thirty years old with no priors
Before we hit the road, she put on the snow tires, huh

Who's that, who's that knockin' at my door?
No, it ain't my baby, she don't love me anymore
Who's that, who's that knockin' at my door?
Same bitch that held me down when I was at the corner store
Uh, and I just wanna tell you I'm grateful
I'm grateful, I'm grateful
And God broke the mold when he made you
When he made you, when he made you

I'm like, "Fuck these emojis, let's get movin' and groovin'" (Yeah)
I got tired of these texts, so I flew her to Houston (Woo)
I could look in your eyes, you a freak and you know it
Treat my dick like trial, she gon' beat it or blow it (Ayy)
Shorty was a CNA, now she makin' like three a day (Let's go)
Put her on United with pounds, she leave at three today (Go)
She make it through TSA, I'm gon' buy her a CLA
Shorty never left New York, she just happy to see LA (Dale)
Spend a day with daddy, it's nothin', I let her trap with me (Trap)
Vacuum sealer queen, she wrappin' better than Wrap City (Woo)
She don't do McQueen, my baby in love with Gallery (Gallery)
Got her suckin' dick on the camera, she in my gallery (My word)
Her man in jail, you know how these fuck niggas be (What?)
Sendin' threats home, can't wait 'til this fuck nigga free (What?)
While these bitches runnin' 'round sayin' they fuck nigga free (What?)
I introduced her to this life, now she
Don't fuck niggas free, it's Frenchie

Who's that, who's that knockin' at my door? (Yeah)
No, it ain't my baby, she don't love me
Anymore (Real nigga love is bad, ho)
Who's that, who's that knockin' at my
Door? (Real niggas like me no more)
Same bitch that held me down when I was at
The corner store (Yeah, word, let's get it)
Uh, and I just wanna tell you I'm grateful
I'm grateful, I'm grateful
And God broke the mold when he made you
When he made you, when he made you