Lyrics My Story - Snap Dogg

My Story

I’m That Nigga That They Call Just To Get You Whacked
Any Nigga Can Be Touched Put A Right Tax
Kinda Crazy In The Head That’s Why They Call Me Snap
Pussies Claim To Be Shooters But They Calling Me For Straps
Jumped Out In Brough Day Make You Feel A Mack
Hit You In The Heart With That 30 Yeah Yo Ass Relaxed
Fuck What These Foolies Say They Ain’t Bout That Life
Hit My Hitter Up Get You Gone Boy Fuck A Price
Homie With Some Lil Bags & He Think He Trapping
How The Fuck You Think You Trapping & You Pistol Lacking
These Lil Suckers Playing Rolls By The Way They Acting
& I Kill For My Bros I Love This Pistol Action
When It’s Time To Go To War I Know They All Clapping
Have You Boys Ever Had Loyalty On Your Team
Cause Nowadays Niggas Switching Just To Get The Green
I Been With My Day Ones Since They Had Jabo Jeans
Ion Pop Pills & Drink & Ion Fuck With Lean
& Ion Knock A Nigga Hustle But Ion Mess With Skims
I’d Rather Get The Work & Sell It All To The Feens
Pull Up In A Coop With A Bad Foreign Thing
I Wanna Run The Streets & Get It Like My Old Dude
19 I Had The Bread & Copped The Old School
That Bitch Was Dark So I Turned That Bitch To Candy Blue
I Like To Ride On Some Shons Yeah I Copped Them 22
That Shit Had Me On A Rock Bottom Out Here Buying Blues
I Take Whatever I Want Pussie Snooze You Lose
Check My Background Boy That’s All Proof
I Shoot The Head So It’s Pulling When It’s Bullet Proof
Ion Beef Over Pussy Yeah That Shit Is Gay
Speaking On Me To A Bitch Get You Blew Away
I Never Hesitate Yup I’m Quick To Spray
& We Just All About Our Cash Staying Out The Way
They Had Took My Nigga Bronco So Had To Pay
Put The 40 To His Fitted Then Blow Him Away
& If I Can’t Find You I’ll Ask Where Grandma Stay
& I’m A Real Street Nigga Yeah I Live That Life
Got Some Workers On The Block Selling All White
Come Holler At Me For The Low Price
Trying To Be Like Gee Money
& I Could Never Cuff A Bitch Cause They All Trife