"Sneaky Beat" lyrics

[YN Jay:]
Mm, hold on

This a sneaky beat
This a sneaky beat
This a sneaky beat
This a sneaky beat

Hmm, this a sneak beat
I slid on my opps block, this a sneaky street
My opp got scared when he heard the drum, this a sneaky beat
She told me it's that time of the month, now she eat meat
Ahh
Bitch say she seen me in her dreams, she remember me
Thou shalt not be broke, it's a sin to me
Bitch rubbed her hand on my— she was feelin' me (Hmm)
I pulled up to KFC like, where the chicken be? (Hmm)
I pulled up with tree branch, I got a stick with me
This bad bitch won't leave my side, she tryna stick with me
She pulled up to the corner store like, where the liquor be?
I had a show in Pittsburgh where the Steelers be (Hmm)
You always outside— ahh, shit, fuck
You always outside by yourself, where your killers be? (Bitch)
I'm in the hood, I'm in the trenches where the killers be
Hold on

This a sneaky beat
This a sneaky beat
This a sneaky beat
This a sneaky beat

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Bitch
You gotta buy the 'bows, ain't no sneak and peek
I ain't fuck in seven days, this the weakest week
I can fuck anything, I just have my mind on the money, I ain't even tryna beat no cheeks
Ten mil' on the way, damn, I just leaked it
'Cause my lawyer told me to keep that a secret
Told Ghazi I got five million if he released it
But I still need that M for that last tape 'fore I leak it
Say she need a new pipe 'cause her pussy leakin'
I like gettin' my dick suck, I'm not a pussy eater
Unless I own the pussy
I don't want no za or no candy, only smokin' Cooky
This nigga pulled out some terps and I punched him
Then he fell on the floor and we stomped him
Got his ass beat
I'm high as hell, Mar, is this the last beat? Ayy
I don't live on Barth no more, that's the last street
I'm in the 'burbs now, you can't even ride past me, bitch
Mean I'm livin' in the woods
Five years ago was livin' in the hood
Know that nigga broke 'cause his kitchen full of wood
We don't call 'em switches, though, we call 'em Wish A Nigga Would's
I didn't grow up with no Ahks, only Christian's in my hood
Tryna cook a thousand bricks, I had to whip it in the tub
E got a thousand horsepower, lift that nigga hood
If it's fat under her arm, that mean the chicken kinda good
I'm the first nigga made a couple million out my hood
Ghetto