"Snickerdoodle / Sneaky Beat Freestyle" lyrics
["Snickerdoodle"]
That's me singin' on there
Everybody spammin' Chase, I'm tryna push a Regions
Wearin' hoop shoes with stacked jeans, man, that's just egregious
Mama, what's your Instagram, I'm goin'— nah, for real
ShittyBoyz
Everyone spammin' Chase, I'm tryna push a Regions
Wearin' hoop shoes with stacked jeans, man, that's just egregious
Mama, what's your Instagram, for real? You lookin' decent
Top-tier jwett, what you gotta know, these juggs prestigious
Everyone in they best V, you see the hood competin'
Magnifying glass to my eye, I'm tryna look for reasons
God, pray for me, we been ridin' through the hood in Demons
Bro rolled up 'za with the Perky, took a 'Wood and freaked it
Hands and toes, hitman more than ten in
Tryna fit this Chrome duffy in this overhead bin
They gon' find my dead body by an open med kit
Cuddy movin' bars 'round like he holdin' F6
If you love me how I love me, then it ain't a problem
Glock 27 blow through you like it's J.K. Dobbins
A lot of bands, not to mention that my AK mobbin'
Let 'em try to scramble from his hip, bro'll J.J. Watt him
Why you talkin' big pape', it ain't a thousand near?
Just got to me, you walkin' 'round with a thousand fears
Every day away from my daughter like a thousand years
Fuck maxin' out at ninety-nine, you's a-thousand weird
All you gotta do is have some motion and she eatin'
You ain't gotta check her phone, lil' bro, yeah, she cheatin'
Sayin' that she loves you, why you actin' like she means it?
Think with your brain, not your pape', you gotta know she needs it
Bro a gremlin, early morning, he garglin' green
Feel like Moses with the stick, I be done parted the sea
Chess, not checkers, six figures the armor, the V
Jimmy pulled up with his hittas, but it ain't Carl and Sheen
Your song sound AI with that robot flow
Get your shit together, boy, you stuck in that robot mode
All them fake laughs and hookah sticks, I hate robot hoes
What happened to him? He done went and pulled a Robot Jones
Ran it up quick, I'm plottin' on my next one-fifty
Catch him in that field, he get trucked like an F-150
You don't run the road, at the most, you probably touched one city
Long as Fuzz got a set of hands, he could catch one with me
G-lock with the FRT sound like a whoopie cushion
Everybody be the tough guy until the bullies push 'em
Livin' like the mob, no Sopranos, you be pussyfootin'
Ancient-ass drip that you rockin', is your hoodie wooden?
BabyTron the man with a plan, what I could, he couldn't
When you see a line, it's the mud, we ain't booger sugin'
Ain't nothin' worse than a motherfucker could've-should've
Finally went and got a bag, what you want, a cookie, pussy?
What the fuck you want, a cookie?
Like, a chocolate chip cookie?
Oatmeal raisin cookie?
Peanut butter cookie?
You probably want a snickerdoodle cookie, actually
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris, T-double-H-L shit
You hip, skip? You know the script?
WipeYaAssBoyz, Clear That Tab Clan
["Sneaky Beat Freestyle"]
Shut the fuck up (Yeah, quiet)
Tiptoe, tiptoe
ARP with the suppressor, it make sneaky sound
You in her DMs talkin' to yourself, you's a creepy clown
Alright, we vacuum-sealed him two times, these the sneaky bones
He blacked his bitch eye, he found out she from sneaky town
Will have them robbers yellin' in your crib, they won't sneak around (At all)
They'll yank everything out the house but TV mounts
BR4 loadin', but I might just drop an EP now
I was young as hell sneakin' pills from my titi house
5-Hour Energy on Delta flights, I sipped a sneaky ounce
Would think it's nighttime in Minecraft, I keep a creeper 'round me
Tiptoein' in my Rick Owens, these my sneaky shoes
I'ma thump you through the floor, I ain't tryna be so sneaky, boo
Lil' Fuzz got the blick past detectors, he a sneaky dude
Black Pooh Shiesty off the Tech, this my sneaky suit
I might go and run a skit, I'm stuck in a sneaky mood
The gas station finna lock the doors, you's a sneaky fool (Locked)
Why you stealin' chips? I would've paid for 'em
It ain't no way to sneak around in the V, we racehorsin'
Fuck bein' sneaky, I'm finna pull up, cause a scene
Told the plug take it back to '03, I need the tallest tee (Tall tee)
Bitch, you got a man, why you sneakin', callin' me?
Ho, you blocked
Tron Knueppel if I ever get the open shot (Three)
The door know my voice, all I say is, "Open, lock"
Took the jwett up north, I learned a lot in Opelika
Fatailty brutality, I fuck around and go Baraka
OG on cool shit, he pulled up rose-gold Impala
Ain't got no 42 money, so she gotta go with Casa
This a sneaky beat
Tiptoein' in my Isabel Marants, safe to say I used my sneaky link
SBDSM (Shut the fuck up), SBDSM, SBDSM (Be quiet), IV (IV, IV, IV, IV, three-point-five)
That's me singin' on there
Everybody spammin' Chase, I'm tryna push a Regions
Wearin' hoop shoes with stacked jeans, man, that's just egregious
Mama, what's your Instagram, I'm goin'— nah, for real
ShittyBoyz
Everyone spammin' Chase, I'm tryna push a Regions
Wearin' hoop shoes with stacked jeans, man, that's just egregious
Mama, what's your Instagram, for real? You lookin' decent
Top-tier jwett, what you gotta know, these juggs prestigious
Everyone in they best V, you see the hood competin'
Magnifying glass to my eye, I'm tryna look for reasons
God, pray for me, we been ridin' through the hood in Demons
Bro rolled up 'za with the Perky, took a 'Wood and freaked it
Hands and toes, hitman more than ten in
Tryna fit this Chrome duffy in this overhead bin
They gon' find my dead body by an open med kit
Cuddy movin' bars 'round like he holdin' F6
If you love me how I love me, then it ain't a problem
Glock 27 blow through you like it's J.K. Dobbins
A lot of bands, not to mention that my AK mobbin'
Let 'em try to scramble from his hip, bro'll J.J. Watt him
Why you talkin' big pape', it ain't a thousand near?
Just got to me, you walkin' 'round with a thousand fears
Every day away from my daughter like a thousand years
Fuck maxin' out at ninety-nine, you's a-thousand weird
All you gotta do is have some motion and she eatin'
You ain't gotta check her phone, lil' bro, yeah, she cheatin'
Sayin' that she loves you, why you actin' like she means it?
Think with your brain, not your pape', you gotta know she needs it
Bro a gremlin, early morning, he garglin' green
Feel like Moses with the stick, I be done parted the sea
Chess, not checkers, six figures the armor, the V
Jimmy pulled up with his hittas, but it ain't Carl and Sheen
Your song sound AI with that robot flow
Get your shit together, boy, you stuck in that robot mode
All them fake laughs and hookah sticks, I hate robot hoes
What happened to him? He done went and pulled a Robot Jones
Ran it up quick, I'm plottin' on my next one-fifty
Catch him in that field, he get trucked like an F-150
You don't run the road, at the most, you probably touched one city
Long as Fuzz got a set of hands, he could catch one with me
G-lock with the FRT sound like a whoopie cushion
Everybody be the tough guy until the bullies push 'em
Livin' like the mob, no Sopranos, you be pussyfootin'
Ancient-ass drip that you rockin', is your hoodie wooden?
BabyTron the man with a plan, what I could, he couldn't
When you see a line, it's the mud, we ain't booger sugin'
Ain't nothin' worse than a motherfucker could've-should've
Finally went and got a bag, what you want, a cookie, pussy?
What the fuck you want, a cookie?
Like, a chocolate chip cookie?
Oatmeal raisin cookie?
Peanut butter cookie?
You probably want a snickerdoodle cookie, actually
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris, T-double-H-L shit
You hip, skip? You know the script?
WipeYaAssBoyz, Clear That Tab Clan
["Sneaky Beat Freestyle"]
Shut the fuck up (Yeah, quiet)
Tiptoe, tiptoe
ARP with the suppressor, it make sneaky sound
You in her DMs talkin' to yourself, you's a creepy clown
Alright, we vacuum-sealed him two times, these the sneaky bones
He blacked his bitch eye, he found out she from sneaky town
Will have them robbers yellin' in your crib, they won't sneak around (At all)
They'll yank everything out the house but TV mounts
BR4 loadin', but I might just drop an EP now
I was young as hell sneakin' pills from my titi house
5-Hour Energy on Delta flights, I sipped a sneaky ounce
Would think it's nighttime in Minecraft, I keep a creeper 'round me
Tiptoein' in my Rick Owens, these my sneaky shoes
I'ma thump you through the floor, I ain't tryna be so sneaky, boo
Lil' Fuzz got the blick past detectors, he a sneaky dude
Black Pooh Shiesty off the Tech, this my sneaky suit
I might go and run a skit, I'm stuck in a sneaky mood
The gas station finna lock the doors, you's a sneaky fool (Locked)
Why you stealin' chips? I would've paid for 'em
It ain't no way to sneak around in the V, we racehorsin'
Fuck bein' sneaky, I'm finna pull up, cause a scene
Told the plug take it back to '03, I need the tallest tee (Tall tee)
Bitch, you got a man, why you sneakin', callin' me?
Ho, you blocked
Tron Knueppel if I ever get the open shot (Three)
The door know my voice, all I say is, "Open, lock"
Took the jwett up north, I learned a lot in Opelika
Fatailty brutality, I fuck around and go Baraka
OG on cool shit, he pulled up rose-gold Impala
Ain't got no 42 money, so she gotta go with Casa
This a sneaky beat
Tiptoein' in my Isabel Marants, safe to say I used my sneaky link
SBDSM (Shut the fuck up), SBDSM, SBDSM (Be quiet), IV (IV, IV, IV, IV, three-point-five)
