Sniffin Coke by Fly Jon Lyrics
I get the bag and I dip quick
Niggas gossiping tea like a Lipton (pussy)
Shoot at his whip and i'm hitting shit
Two tires left like he riding a Ripstick
(on gang!)
Run up get smoked like a Winston
You date that hoe she burnt out like some incense
Strap is on me I won’t miss shit
Not stuntin' yo nigga that boy is a dipstick (facts)
Dogging that bitch like a golden retriever🐕
I get more green than a Caesar 🥗
Try to rob me leave him crying and bleeding
Emptied the clip made that boy have a seizure 🤤
A bitch cannot check my demeanor
I’m kicking shit like a sneaker 👟
I need a bag for a feature 🎤
Catch him at Starbucks and bust thru the windows while he dump his creamers !☕️
I’m knowing real killers & schemers
My bitch a saint call her Mother Teresa
Just want the cash you can keep that lil' skeezer
Give her the dick now I got that hoe fiending
(Pleasing)
They follow the kid like i'm Jesus
Ready to mob boy don’t me give a reason
What I get a day heard you get it biweekly
Drip or drown attire feeling like Wheezy
Easy
I started em' off so they need me
Puerto Rican hoe...... I feel like Stevie 🤔
Eat on that pussy her shit taste like kiwi🥝
Young nigga I get more flyer than DC
King Me!
I am yo hoe favorite rapper
Caught that boy slipping that nigga was strapless
These niggas ain’t wanting no action
Said he was deep we seen him could’ve packed him 🤛🏾 (damn)
My bitch is Dora put her on the map & I the way I get cash immaculate
Five straps in the whip......
Ready to sing , I’m rolling with Jackson 5
Boy you not trapping you lying
Corner boy you selling nickels and dimes
Feeling like Tony Stark I keep the iron
My bitch would be pepper keep her on my sides
(Get it)
Maneuver like a cheetah when I roll thru
Pockets on Piccolo 🥒 mood on Goku⚡️
Told you..... I roll with niggas who old school
MY OG Crippin' you slip and I’ll roll you
Oval.......office my status is noble
Self made! Boy don’t be saying I owe you
Cashing my coins boy I feel like a phone booth
Shawn going ape with the Pro Tools
One Fly is going global
No taste in bitches your new name is Tofu
And We kill snitches I hope you ain't vocal
Running that trap and the grave you will go to (bitch)
Niggas gossiping tea like a Lipton (pussy)
Shoot at his whip and i'm hitting shit
Two tires left like he riding a Ripstick
(on gang!)
Run up get smoked like a Winston
You date that hoe she burnt out like some incense
Strap is on me I won’t miss shit
Not stuntin' yo nigga that boy is a dipstick (facts)
Dogging that bitch like a golden retriever🐕
I get more green than a Caesar 🥗
Try to rob me leave him crying and bleeding
Emptied the clip made that boy have a seizure 🤤
A bitch cannot check my demeanor
I’m kicking shit like a sneaker 👟
I need a bag for a feature 🎤
Catch him at Starbucks and bust thru the windows while he dump his creamers !☕️
I’m knowing real killers & schemers
My bitch a saint call her Mother Teresa
Just want the cash you can keep that lil' skeezer
Give her the dick now I got that hoe fiending
(Pleasing)
They follow the kid like i'm Jesus
Ready to mob boy don’t me give a reason
What I get a day heard you get it biweekly
Drip or drown attire feeling like Wheezy
Easy
I started em' off so they need me
Puerto Rican hoe...... I feel like Stevie 🤔
Eat on that pussy her shit taste like kiwi🥝
Young nigga I get more flyer than DC
King Me!
I am yo hoe favorite rapper
Caught that boy slipping that nigga was strapless
These niggas ain’t wanting no action
Said he was deep we seen him could’ve packed him 🤛🏾 (damn)
My bitch is Dora put her on the map & I the way I get cash immaculate
Five straps in the whip......
Ready to sing , I’m rolling with Jackson 5
Boy you not trapping you lying
Corner boy you selling nickels and dimes
Feeling like Tony Stark I keep the iron
My bitch would be pepper keep her on my sides
(Get it)
Maneuver like a cheetah when I roll thru
Pockets on Piccolo 🥒 mood on Goku⚡️
Told you..... I roll with niggas who old school
MY OG Crippin' you slip and I’ll roll you
Oval.......office my status is noble
Self made! Boy don’t be saying I owe you
Cashing my coins boy I feel like a phone booth
Shawn going ape with the Pro Tools
One Fly is going global
No taste in bitches your new name is Tofu
And We kill snitches I hope you ain't vocal
Running that trap and the grave you will go to (bitch)