Snow

(álbum: East Atlanta Santa 3 - 2019)

Fuck the feds, I'ma make my money take a leap
I'ma take a flight, bring it back for the cheap
'Cause nothing shaking here but the leaves in the trees
Got a bitch in a jungle smashing leaves with her feet (Huh?)
Just to stay up, coca leaves in her teeth
Then she chew it like it's gone, gotta see it to believe (Why?)
What a wicked web we weave when we lying to deceive
And the apple don't ever fall far from the tree (Nah)
Fixing up a ki with my rewrap machine (Fresh)
If you need me to cook it, I'ma whip up free
All the checkers know me, used to keep they ID
And the outside cold, but the boy got heat
Tractor trailer jumping out the freight like "Beep" (Beep)
This ain't a mixtape, all my bricks cost a fee (Skrrt)
I-20 Gucci Mane, bitch, get out the way
I go Luda with the 'bows, I could throw 'em from the Bay

Ha
Guwop

It's cold outside, they wanna warm me (Haa)
I brought an army case a nigga wanna harm me (Bam)
For Christmas, mom got me the London Fog
So many felonies, I still can't go to London (Damn)
A quarter mil' and I went to Montreal
He just a nigga rapping, I'm a hustler
Getting cocky and my wrist getting rockier (Bling)
All the snow got 'em watching with binoculars (Wop)