"Snow Tires" lyrics
(feat. Klass Murda)
Uh
Let me tell y'all another story
Roll up that Gunsmoke
[38 Spesh:]
Ayyo, I had to incentivize since the [?] drive bricks
Or I can improvise with a minimized 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, everytime 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 her promise
So I sent her on an 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, 30 years old with no priors
Before we hit the road she put on the snow tires, uh
[Klass Murda:]
Who's that who's that knockin' on my door?
No it ain't my baby, she don't love me anymore
Who's that who's that knockin' on my door?
Same bitch that had 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 grooving'
I got tired of these texts so I flew her to Houston
I could look in your eyes, you are freaky, you know it
Treat my dick like trial, she gon' beat it and blow it
Shorty was a CNA now she makin' like 3 a day
Put her on United with pounds, she leave that 3 today
She might get the TSA, I'm gon' buy her a CLA
Shawty never left me, uh she just happy to see L.A
Spend a day with daddy is nothin' I let her drive with me
Vacuum sealer queen, she wrappin' better than Rap City
She don't do no queen, my baby in love with gallery
Got her suckin' dick on the camera, she in my gallery
Her man in jail, you know how these fuck niqqas be
Sendin' threats home, can't wait till this fuck niqqa free
But these bitches runnin' round, say they fuck niqqa free
Introduce her to this life, now she don't fuck niqqas free
It's Murda!
Who's that who's that knockin' on my door?
No it ain't my baby, she don't love me anymore
Who's that who's that knockin' on my door?
Same bitch that had 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
Let me tell y'all another story
Roll up that Gunsmoke
[38 Spesh:]
Ayyo, I had to incentivize since the [?] drive bricks
Or I can improvise with a minimized 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, everytime 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 her promise
So I sent her on an 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, 30 years old with no priors
Before we hit the road she put on the snow tires, uh
[Klass Murda:]
Who's that who's that knockin' on my door?
No it ain't my baby, she don't love me anymore
Who's that who's that knockin' on my door?
Same bitch that had 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 grooving'
I got tired of these texts so I flew her to Houston
I could look in your eyes, you are freaky, you know it
Treat my dick like trial, she gon' beat it and blow it
Shorty was a CNA now she makin' like 3 a day
Put her on United with pounds, she leave that 3 today
She might get the TSA, I'm gon' buy her a CLA
Shawty never left me, uh she just happy to see L.A
Spend a day with daddy is nothin' I let her drive with me
Vacuum sealer queen, she wrappin' better than Rap City
She don't do no queen, my baby in love with gallery
Got her suckin' dick on the camera, she in my gallery
Her man in jail, you know how these fuck niqqas be
Sendin' threats home, can't wait till this fuck niqqa free
But these bitches runnin' round, say they fuck niqqa free
Introduce her to this life, now she don't fuck niqqas free
It's Murda!
Who's that who's that knockin' on my door?
No it ain't my baby, she don't love me anymore
Who's that who's that knockin' on my door?
Same bitch that had 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
