Snappers On Sunday lyrics

[Intro]
Shout out Prez P, whole [?] gang

[Verse]
Ugh, in Hallandale livin'
Miami, I'm feelin'
Fort Lauderdale chillin
We’re poppin' on villains
County Line Road
I was 'round all them killin’s
Miramar park, we acknowledge my ceiling
Ever since 7 I knew I was gifted
Started with n*ggas who cared for the vision
sh*t ain’t come easy, man nothin’ was given
Went separate ways, now we back for the finish
Florida Man, Florida Man, laugh from the benches
We shook off the jokesters, disregarded the mentions
Y'all focused on headlines and made up a story
Still come to vacation and flexin’ the story
My n*gga Jeff got a daughter and Hyundai
We back on our bullsh*t, we said it’d be someday
This sh*t feel better, there’s Snappers on Sunday
My n*ggas still trappin’, they only know one way
When Trigga got shot, I found out on a Monday
Then told myself let me get back to my WOO!
I love a woman that listen to Gunplay and roll up my reefy and feed me dope like WOO!
She come from Carson or better yet Boston
She love my like Stella love Anthony, WOO!
Had do my own thing
Went across state for the gold rings
Mission was to bring it back
Show ‘em how to get to that
n*ggas still tryna keep afloat, don’t appeal to that
Homie called said the bills paid but to rinse that
n*ggas in the pen, doin’ 10 for a 10-sack
Rollin’ up swishers, tryna see the bigger picture
Santa Monica, new views for the scripture
Checkin’ in the comments, PayPal lookin’ vicious
Everything I asked for, still in the trenches
Tell my momma hit a n*gga on the back phone
Shiver in her face, what’s that tone?
Grandmama passed last Friday on the two, boy I think it’s time you bring your ass back home
New flight, touch down, [??] With the medicine
Keep a n*gga sane when I hit ‘em with the [?]
Pull up to the palace, county line for the residence
L’s with the little bro, life is a fellowship
WOO! I feel I need a moment
f*ck it, this is my moment
On our way, this our moment
My city prevails, you look over us with a hideous smell
Neglected our obstacles, labeled us crazy
No that’s what we not gon’ do
Come to my city where n*ggas is thinkin much further than money and favors
Let’s knock all through these barriers