Lyrics

There's gonna be some heavy snow (Yeah)
Heavy snow, heavy snow (Yop)
Fuck is **** talkin' about? Y'all better shut the fuck up talkin' to me
Yeah, yeah (hmph)
I'm 'bout to jump right into that bitch (Yeah)
Really I'm confused
The way these **** talkin
You would think they makin' moves but they not, they be stagnant
"Money", "money", "money" but they never brought no racks in
How is he a rapper when he never got no backend
Chill out, you ain't got no guala you should wait a minute
**** swear they bag deep but they ain't never got no paper in it
What the fuck he bragging for? Get a grip for real
****, I make better rap songs and they got hit appeal
Please don't nobody cap for him he not shit for real
Oh you got fans? You on IG? Tell them follow me
Shit, I bet they like me more
"Enso, it's not a competiti-" Boy, I like to go
I create a wave and now these bitches wanna drive the boat
I say the shit I say and get inside her and rock the boat
If brody fucked up I'm like, shit, I got a lot to hold
****, this is not a loan
Yeah, I got this shit to give
****, you can call me for this shit cause I keep getting it
**** hate I'm balling in this bitch cause I keep shitting on them
**** like "he walking on these beats" I'm really tripping on 'em
This **** think I'm talking to the beat I'm really spitting on him
**** seen me talking to his freak and now I'm spitting in her
Mama want me black with a degree but I'm a spitting ****
But then my mama like "Yo ass been getting sweet you just been spitting different
I'm like, I got it, ma I been knew I was sweet
You just ain't get it then
I made a hundred rap songs before I ever made dividends
I make different rap songs
You wanna dance? Or you tryna trip again? I was chilling out
But shit, now I'm damn near on tip again
You the type, you hit a hoe, she ask if your tip was in
I'm the type, I hit a hoe she tell me that the tip too big
Bitch, you know you with the biggest
**** like "I hate them ****
I'm CCC, got my degree in having faith with **** we on some beep, beep, beep
Get out the way before I pave a ****
"Crime Mob"? No, it's just a Mob we on a greater mission
These **** see that we on top and start to pray we slipping
I feel like the avatar, I'm the Aang of spitting
I talk a whole lot of shit like a anus spitting
Written by: Bryan Coakley, Cameron Jimmy Foster
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