Snapchat by Tre Duce Lyrics
(CHORUS)
I been talking to this shorty on snapchat , tol' her gon' hit me up n we can match that, I'm a pull up on her if she throw it back back , when I see her baby lookin like a snack snack
I'm in traffic prolly' see me at the Ruth Chris gettin' money I ain't worried bout ya two cents, get a rack and make it stack you know I do's this , when he hop up out the whip they be like "ooo shit"
(VERSE)
I be riding for this shorty it's just her n me , we be burnin' up this money in the third degree , I mean really though you that she a bad one , she wit' me now I give a fuck bout' she has done , her old friends was really snakes they was too fake , and when it came to the beef her man was Kool Aid, I was plottin for a minute told her leave his ass , took her hand so I could show her to the greener grass , if you coming at my baby you gon' need a pass. if you coming at my baby let the choppa blast, bout bout it ain't got time for the bullshit , in her purse she keep a Glock wit a full clip , hit a nigga in his top do a full flip, send a nigga down the block in a full sprint , funny how I never seen her in my past dreams , I done turnt a country girl into a Trap Queen
I been talking to this shorty on snapchat , tol' her gon' hit me up n we can match that, I'm a pull up on her if she throw it back back , when I see her baby lookin like a snack snack
I'm in traffic prolly' see me at the Ruth Chris gettin' money I ain't worried bout ya two cents, get a rack and make it stack you know I do's this , when he hop up out the whip they be like "ooo shit"
(VERSE)
I be riding for this shorty it's just her n me , we be burnin' up this money in the third degree , I mean really though you that she a bad one , she wit' me now I give a fuck bout' she has done , her old friends was really snakes they was too fake , and when it came to the beef her man was Kool Aid, I was plottin for a minute told her leave his ass , took her hand so I could show her to the greener grass , if you coming at my baby you gon' need a pass. if you coming at my baby let the choppa blast, bout bout it ain't got time for the bullshit , in her purse she keep a Glock wit a full clip , hit a nigga in his top do a full flip, send a nigga down the block in a full sprint , funny how I never seen her in my past dreams , I done turnt a country girl into a Trap Queen