Sneaky Link

Yeah

Yeah I heard y’all call for some heat

We’ll let’s light this bitch up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can you keep it on the hush hush, that real low

Silent and deadly, I shoot low blows

Cuffed ain’t the angle, I’m mingling

I’m the real show, flow like poison, little widow

X on my back, my shooter got the strap if you coming behind
Niggas get blown back

Search party, put them in the box like Joe

Flow so sick, I had to let these niggas know

Lame ass niggas always trying to get a hug from me

Bringing out the Love in me, Quinn
So it’s time to get the Glock, from above on me

(get the Glock, from above on me)

I ain’t your girl, we meet up on the weekends, you tweaking
Got my name up in your mouth, please have a seat man

I don't even know your last name, you trying to ride the wave
You trying to buckle up, how about shut the fuck up?

Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on
That’s when I can take your nigga, hope that you don't take it wrong
The best he ever had, still mad he ain’t get to bone
Crocs in drive, on the run, I gotta make it home

Won't give him any, so he tripping

Childish ass niggas, I sit pretty, get attention

Big billboards with my name on it

Dating older men, Wolfsbane on him

Lost me on my way to the top

Real heavy gravity, I can’t stop

Won’t stop , get dropped

Pop, pop, pop said my little old Glock

You in shock, a little pretty gem, no flocks

Standing by the stage, little groupie

You trivial as fuck, thinking that a rich nigga gonna put you on the up’s, like do that nigga really even give a fuck?

(even give a fuck?)

I ain’t your girl, we meet up on the weekends, you tweaking, got my name up in your mouth, please have a seat man

I don’t even know your last name, you trying to ride the wave, you trying to buckle up, how about shut the fuck up?

How about shut the fuck up

How about shut the fuck up

How about shut the fuck up

Yeah, yeah

Sweat pants, hair tied, chilling with no make up on, that’s when I can take your nigga, hope that you don’t take it wrong , the best he ever had, still mad he ain’t get to bone, Crocs in drive, on the run, I gotta make it home

I fell in love with my sneaky link

That’s all this is, got you feeling like we in sync we Apryl n’ Omarion, cause he Lil Fizz

Copped his best friend, I know I made him hurt

Niggas feeling real Burnt , it’s getting me real felling real turnt, walk it Like I talk it

Now it’s time to let me go , All that char on his ego
Shit his breath stink like Fritos

Eat you up and spit you out, shit you know what I’m about, tip you over, pour you out

Man eater, fuck that I'm a band eater

1000’s on my wrist, never trust a bitch, switch it up real quick, only seeing blue strips, bitch