Gobble (Snippet) lyrics

[Intro]
Mm, [?]
Mm-mm, uh
Uh-uh-uh

[Verse]
A lot of hoes baby girl don’t trip
Got a lot of enemies, keep yo' pole still
Brought my M4 in a M3 and it got green tips
I wanna be like rockefeller I got blue strips
She so wet I got that hoe turned to a cruise ship
This lil' drank so dirty, got you drunk off 2 sips
Why you brandishing yo fye, won’t bust it
Guess I got a new FN
Take her to the store to get a new dress, we tryna get [?]
I just hopped in something foreign, I don't know what it is, I'm f*cked up
I got a b*tch that love me, suck my di*k until the sun come up
And I couldn't be no dummy, I'on know what it is, can’t do no Puff Puff
If I find out a n*gga tried to lace my sh*t he’ll get punched up
Ayy, if you walk in hеre you hear a pump, yuh
If you ain’t gettin no monеy, I gotta shun ya'
Watching over my sis, foo', I might drum ya'
Zay-Way cold in this b*tch like I’m a tundra
She keep tryna talk, I’m deep in her tonsils
I know that I’ll never f*ck no Bronx ho (Flrrr)
Organs hurting, I won’t hear no doctor, uh-uh
Cause the Money keeping me alive, yeah, yeah
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Cause the Music makin' me survive, I'm like, uh-uh
Get to poppin' this might burn you like some fries
And I need my sh*t sucked sloppy b*tch ion play about my Top
That b*tch creaming and she squirting and it got all on my locs
I might look weird to y'all n*ggas but I pull all of y'all thots
Broke ass hating n*gga, laugh emoji on him in real life
I’m too sharp, ya' b*tch had let me cut into her like a knife
I might hit you in yo' lungs, gobble-labble, labble
I don't even know hot to say that sh*t
Bro got to bussin', couldn’t take the lick
Get yo' lawyer, bust yo ass you try to say sh*t
Bro gunned 'em, they got chop cause that’s a fake blick
[?]
I gotta take these n*ggas away
When it come to these hoes I gotta slay
When it come to these n*ggas, get my revenge
That girl so beautiful could give her a 10
Ain’t got no money but keep a band
Ain’t got no money and that is a sin
I'm gettin' close to 7-Ele'-m
I gotta clutch when I'm checkin' the mail
You had a [?]
[?] we cannot fail, yeah
Police behind us, adrenaline, we cannot bail
[?] settle beef [?]
Police ass n*gga, no you can’t come and chill
Only a matter of time until young n*gga get put in just like [?]
Wanna OD off my scripts
Swear I got PTSD, I’m outside I’m anxious, got me by my Lyft
Don’t run up, you get shot right in yo' pancreas, don’t wanna see this
I won’t wanna see this