Snapchats From Your Main Bitch by Ryan Skid Lyrics
Fly shit
Turn it
What do I say?
Your girl wanna ride with us, even though we ain’t rich
Man if you don’t talk money then you don’t speak my language
Got Snapchats from your main bitch, Snapchats from your main bitch
I tap that my top back and I’m topped off when I lane switch
(2x)
Verse 1:
Look so good I should probably pose, ridin’ round town clownin’ all my foes
Here’s how my story goes, used to take things way too serious I suppose
But nowadays I just let it rock come ride with me it might up your stock
No girl ever fucks with Chuck and then still acts like Jenny From The Block
Nah, ya might get famous baby, like a girl that don’t think about babies
Rather get drunk as fuck, blast ignorant rap and get buck in her Mercedes
Topless selfies oh God help me look what I glorify
Your man standin’ outside the club he just lookin’ at us he wanna know why
Chorus:
Your girl wanna ride with us, even though we ain’t rich
Man if you don’t talk money then you don’t speak my language
Got Snapchats from your main bitch, Snapchats from your main bitch
I tap that my top back and I’m topped off when I lane switch
(2x)
Verse 2:
New top spot I’m holdin’ it, new money I’m foldin’ it
Christmas stockings got coal in it, I’m so Dub-V come roll with it
White and brown I’m pourin’ it, my dudes got cans with Skoal in it
Came in here with ones to throw to see you drop down that pole with it
Helen Keller could see that I’m a star
Girl your man might be cool ain’t close to me though no cigar
Tell me why keep hatin’ when we keep winnin’ I don’t see no benefits
Your bitch never leave the house without sendin’ me mirror pics
OMG I’m ill as shit guys everyone expect to be killin’ shit
In here tell ‘em keep refillin’ shit until every glass is spillin’ shit
And I got us tell them boppers fuck with me then fuck my partners
Benihanas, straighten her out like orthodontist man I promise
Destined for greatness but I’m headed to Carolina
I spend that new check on my girl I don’t cop no designer
Man you see that thing behind her, God sure put a lot of work in ya
She was raised in Manhattan but she wanna come to West Virginia
‘Cause
Chorus:
Your girl wanna ride with us, even though we ain’t rich
Man if you don’t talk money then you don’t speak my language
Got Snapchats from your main bitch, Snapchats from your main bitch
I tap that my top back and I’m topped off when I lane switch
(2x)
Turn it
What do I say?
Your girl wanna ride with us, even though we ain’t rich
Man if you don’t talk money then you don’t speak my language
Got Snapchats from your main bitch, Snapchats from your main bitch
I tap that my top back and I’m topped off when I lane switch
(2x)
Verse 1:
Look so good I should probably pose, ridin’ round town clownin’ all my foes
Here’s how my story goes, used to take things way too serious I suppose
But nowadays I just let it rock come ride with me it might up your stock
No girl ever fucks with Chuck and then still acts like Jenny From The Block
Nah, ya might get famous baby, like a girl that don’t think about babies
Rather get drunk as fuck, blast ignorant rap and get buck in her Mercedes
Topless selfies oh God help me look what I glorify
Your man standin’ outside the club he just lookin’ at us he wanna know why
Chorus:
Your girl wanna ride with us, even though we ain’t rich
Man if you don’t talk money then you don’t speak my language
Got Snapchats from your main bitch, Snapchats from your main bitch
I tap that my top back and I’m topped off when I lane switch
(2x)
Verse 2:
New top spot I’m holdin’ it, new money I’m foldin’ it
Christmas stockings got coal in it, I’m so Dub-V come roll with it
White and brown I’m pourin’ it, my dudes got cans with Skoal in it
Came in here with ones to throw to see you drop down that pole with it
Helen Keller could see that I’m a star
Girl your man might be cool ain’t close to me though no cigar
Tell me why keep hatin’ when we keep winnin’ I don’t see no benefits
Your bitch never leave the house without sendin’ me mirror pics
OMG I’m ill as shit guys everyone expect to be killin’ shit
In here tell ‘em keep refillin’ shit until every glass is spillin’ shit
And I got us tell them boppers fuck with me then fuck my partners
Benihanas, straighten her out like orthodontist man I promise
Destined for greatness but I’m headed to Carolina
I spend that new check on my girl I don’t cop no designer
Man you see that thing behind her, God sure put a lot of work in ya
She was raised in Manhattan but she wanna come to West Virginia
‘Cause
Chorus:
Your girl wanna ride with us, even though we ain’t rich
Man if you don’t talk money then you don’t speak my language
Got Snapchats from your main bitch, Snapchats from your main bitch
I tap that my top back and I’m topped off when I lane switch
(2x)