"Snow Runt" lyrics
I'm sittin' here in silence, bitch, until I find the words
I woke up 4AM just to kill, I got the urge
I was broke as fuck, now I'm sittin' in the 'burbs
With the white folks bringing trash cans to curbs
Six cars in the yard with a three-car garage
Cops pull me over, they ain't even search the car
"How are you doing, sir? Uh, yes, we pulled you over because of the exhaust. I believe it's a modified exhaust. Um, yeah, the neighbors, they complain about stuff like that, loud cars all the time, so just, uh, just try to keep it down, buddy. You have a good day, I see you're a rich black man doing your thing. Bitch-ass nigga."
Fuck you mean?
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard, I'm on the scene
Glock .45 on me now with the beam
I ain't gon' even lie and try to tell you that it's clean
I got it from my nigga just in case they try to scheme
Nigga run on me and I'ma take him off his team
I'm tryna kill a man before I die like it's a dream
If it's war, it's war, I don't talk, get him cleaned
Paranoid nights in the dark, in between
Why would I follow when I got the best lead?
Steppin' on these niggas, killin' shit for my seed
Tundra Boy steppin', I'ma let you niggas freeze
I don't feel like driving, so I threw my bitch the keys
Heart so numb, I don't feel, I don't bleed
All white vision, it's a blizzard when I breathe
Dead eyes on me, but I move like the breeze
Night so quiet, hear the blood hit the leaves
Doors go up, all ice on the V's
Glacier on my wrist, time tickin' in degrees
Tundra Boy talkin', see the crystals in my teeth
I woke up 4AM just to kill, I got the urge
I was broke as fuck, now I'm sittin' in the 'burbs
With the white folks bringing trash cans to curbs
Six cars in the yard with a three-car garage
Cops pull me over, they ain't even search the car
"How are you doing, sir? Uh, yes, we pulled you over because of the exhaust. I believe it's a modified exhaust. Um, yeah, the neighbors, they complain about stuff like that, loud cars all the time, so just, uh, just try to keep it down, buddy. You have a good day, I see you're a rich black man doing your thing. Bitch-ass nigga."
Fuck you mean?
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard, I'm on the scene
Glock .45 on me now with the beam
I ain't gon' even lie and try to tell you that it's clean
I got it from my nigga just in case they try to scheme
Nigga run on me and I'ma take him off his team
I'm tryna kill a man before I die like it's a dream
If it's war, it's war, I don't talk, get him cleaned
Paranoid nights in the dark, in between
Why would I follow when I got the best lead?
Steppin' on these niggas, killin' shit for my seed
Tundra Boy steppin', I'ma let you niggas freeze
I don't feel like driving, so I threw my bitch the keys
Heart so numb, I don't feel, I don't bleed
All white vision, it's a blizzard when I breathe
Dead eyes on me, but I move like the breeze
Night so quiet, hear the blood hit the leaves
Doors go up, all ice on the V's
Glacier on my wrist, time tickin' in degrees
Tundra Boy talkin', see the crystals in my teeth
Writer(s): Andrew Hagan
