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gucci mane - king snipe lyrics

sh+t, i love guwop though, zuwop, ’cause i’m a big z
ya heard me?
know what i’m sayin’?
shoutout to gucci, i think of my dad, you know, i was just [?]
(i just told richie we rich)

been sayin’: whoopty+woop, whoopty+woop
i was like: bet, know they was lyin’
when them bullets had came my way, i say: i bet kodak ain’t dyin’
we put murders backwards after, we turned red rum to wine
i’m that n+gga that smack all the smackers so i’m the biggest stepper, five+five
i’m a hot boy, my b+tch the coldest, yeah, opposite attract
you got one time to raise your voice in here, then i’ma get the strap
i’vе been chasin’ that boy like a fly runnin’ house but evеntually, i’ll get him clapped
all i ever had was the trap, i ain’t have me no dad, so i got off my d+ck, yeah, i jacked

i’ve been true to this from the jump
when i do it, consider it done
f+ck a shooter, b+tch, ’cause i’m one
on point like i’m a dot
i’ll swap me a body for a swap
put a bag right on his top
i got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it’s torture in my heart
beat the pot like it’s beef with the dope
pop percs, i don’t drink, i don’t smoke
i’ma leave ‘fore i beat on a ho
i’m a z but i’m p for sure
i’ve been lowkey, she a swoop
need codeine with lil’ boo
and i know she cheatin’ too
but i ain’t finna look for proof

i triple crossed them ’cause i seen it was planted
truck had me out, must didn’t know how to count
told her ring up, they didn’t know the amount
expensive new ferries, i couldn’t even pr+nounce (it’s gucci)
no gun policy, stick in the party (grah)
hope n0body get side of they body
got hisself hurt, he was full of that molly (d+mn)
we ain’t even wanna have to k!ll n0body (woah, ooh)
runnin’ down ocean like fast and the furious (gucci)
caught me red+handed, can’t crack up the jury (d+mn)
your boss is a p+ssy, your artist was scared (p+ssy)
just a matter of time ‘fore they take all your jewelry
these young n+ggas dead him, they k!llin’ for sport
they’re brazin’, they’ll take a swish to new york
so crazy, k!ll a pig, turn him to pork
i hope they don’t try to get my lyrics in court (it’s gucci)

man, i got juice but i want the lean
i’m smokin’ deuce, i pour green
and i got boot but not on my feet
what did i do?
caresha, please, baby
bought you a ring ’bout to be fun
i’ll take you to case now if you like it
and i’m poppin’ the remy, pop me a rush
i brought this lil’ beautiful b+tch to the ugly
i’m king snipe and i’m king tut
yeah, i came tight, you ain’t gettin’ nothin’
miami nights, f+ckin’ in the club
shakin’ with the dice, they don’t really bluff
i made a way, it’s only us
n+ggas hatin’ on me, watch
all i did was run it up

i’ve been true to this from the jump (uh+huh)
when i do it, consider it done (it done)
f+ck a shooter, b+tch, ’cause i’m one (i’m one)
on point like i’m a dot
i’ll swap me a body for a swap (uh+huh)
put a bag right on his top (your head)
i got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it’s torture in my heart (it’s there)
beat the pot like it’s beef with the dope
pop percs, i don’t drink, i don’t smoke
i’ma leave ‘fore i beat on a ho
i’m a z but i’m p for sure (uh+huh)
i’ve been lowkey, she a swoop (a swoop)
need codeine with lil’ boo (she bad and bougie)
and i know she cheatin’ too
but i ain’t finna look for proof

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