​snow keep fallin

[Chorus]
Yeah, I walked in with a pistol tucked, pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm countin' up racks, I ain't sayin' too much, sayin' too much (Persona, hahaha!)
Yeah and I try my best, I ain't gettin' love, get no love
Why you gotta act like that?
You doin' too much, doin' too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake, how long is this finna take?
But you got me lookin' like a lame
You promise me you would quit
Gotta get my bag
Pour X up, sad
They're going out sad (Bitch)

[Verse]
Yeah, the money sit tall like a tree, swear I was in too deep
And I went from the Scatpack to Hellcat to the SRT Jeep
And I said "Look up at the stars", yeah, they shinin'
Hold on the drank please, for the memoriеs
Swear to God, it's perfect timing
And I don't got timе for no date
I had to put a bitch in her place
Yeah, I ride a hunnid down the plane
And I love you, runnin' from the jakes
He said he got a lil' money, that's fine (Bitch)
And she pull up then I'm breakin' her spine
We sippin' red out the double cup
We pour it down like we sippin' Wock'
Smoking fye, I hit the blunt and now it's over (Bitch, hahaha!)
I keep on pickin' up the phone but it's over, yeah
I ain't touch a cup since about October
Still we ain't never sober
Off that drank, I'm moving slower
I pop this Perc' just like a seal
Too far gone, shit gettin' real
I sip lean when I eat meals
Anxiety giving me chills
But stop texting my phone
Don't wanna fuck with the business, slut (Bitch)
I got way too many hoes, I got way too many poles

[Chorus]
Yeah, I walked in with a pistol tucked, pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm countin' up racks, I ain't sayin' too much, sayin' too much (Persona, hahaha!)
Yeah and I try my best, I ain't gettin' love, get no love
Why you gotta act like that?
You doin' too much, doin' too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake, how long is this finna take?
But you got me lookin' like a lame
You promise me you would quit
Gotta get my bag
Pour X up, sad
You going out sad (Bitch)

[Outro]
(Bitch)
Smoking fye, I hit the blunt and now it's over
I keep on pickin' up the phone but it's over, yeah
I ain't touch a cup since about October
Yeah, hear he ain't never sober, off that drank, I'm moving slower
(Bitch)