Kodak Black – Snot Thot

Like the lamp on my dresser
Yap, I can turn that hoe into a model

I ain’t no dog but call me cannon with lubane fuckin’ on a brat
I like what’s on your shoulders, good head you be thinkin’ homes
We met at D.O.A and then we met again at chase
Everybody ain’t gonna like it when you here
(Kodak): How you gon’ tell me I don’t go to church, go ask Jesus, ask Jesus
So she loves dirty hustler, but this girl special
Baby she be ridin’, that lil’ bitch, she got my back
‘Cause you eat my ummm, ’cause you be my baby
My lil bitch a brat, I hear how she act, but I love how she act
She heard I’m snot side nigga over there
They tellin’ me she a thot, that hoe over there
But every sinner got a future, and every saint got a past
Everybody say she got all the niggas
Everybody tellin’ me she ain’t shit
I’m just kiddin’ but I love that lil’ bitch
My babe more real than you, she one thou, keep that shit a stack
‘Cause baby see you ride, yo, that lil’ bitch, she got my back
Took my bitch to the club and threw some racks
I’m sorry when I fuck I’ll leave my bling on
(Chick): Girl came to the door yesterday asking for you
So what’s wrong with turnin’ that hoe into a princess
Scoope her in the Benz, Tiago, no more Monte Carlo
Raw dawg when I fuck with her no rubber but my ski is on
But I don’t even care if she got gonorrhea
Fuck that he say, she say, they don’t know about it, damn
I don’t care if she was out here strippin’
That’s always make me figure til that one crank
I’ve been havin’ dream lately, she might be my main
And I don’t need you tellin’ me about how she do
No more shootin’ craps
Why don’t I go ahead first, jumpin’ straight in it
Girl, I come ’bout no frowned, they make you frown
I thought it was a one night stand
Lifes gave me lemon, wonder could you be my main squeeze
I’m tellin’ you baby, they ain’t gon’ like you jumpin’ out that Bentley
But nigga, I ain’t shit either
Speakin’ of head, I hate sex but I love my peter blown
See I’m a dog, I be just trynna get me a bone
Hittin’ the scene in the blink, um, T-Double-D, you Trina
Auh, I should live for love, so I went to the bank
I’m fleeing home
They say she a sick bitch heard she got syphilis
I don’t throw no money
She heard I’m snot sneaky nigga over there
Then when we ride, yo, my ‘lil bitch she hold her strap
I don’t be at home
She fuck everybody, and I fuck everybody too
(Kodak): I need my money, I need my money
Thought she was a fling, thought she was a fling
They ain’t gon’ like us, they gon’ wanna fight ya
I’m ’bout to cut off all I can
(Chick): Nigga, don’t go to church, nigga
I got all the bitches So what?
You’re a lil freaky hoe but you compete with her
(Kodak): How you gon’ tell me I don’t go to church
And I don’t give a damn ’bout none of that shit mah nigga said
I can’t find no love so I went to the bank
I’m sorry when I fuck I lead my rhythm
(Chick): I’m gonna get you mad, right, for this
I took her on a private plane, I took her on a dinner date
So I ain’t give a hoe a whole account about of where I’m at
I don’t fell in love with a nat
I don’t care if that’s the only reason you came for
Babe, don’t call me essay but I love it when we kick it
(Chick): What?
Everybody got an opinion, I don’t give a damn anyway
(Kodak): I need my money
If I wife her I’m Steve Austin with the ring
That’s when they find that you and me, we in suit
Every thug need a shoulder they can lean on
Man, that pussy be pullin’ me in, I thought it was a one night stand
Everybody fuckin’, everybody sinnin’
Found my focus back, turned me to believer
Man with the plan, master mind my crafts
And I don’t like people but I think I like her
That’s my lil diva
My nigga startin’ cryin’ when we went out in scraps
(Chick): Nigga, don’t go to church
Bentley, cologne Gucci and my windows very tinted
Stray dog, I don’t need a home
I was just trynna rap, you turned me to a singer
If you keep it up I’m put you on a TV-show
He tryna convince me he seen you on backpage
We got chemistry, fuck your history
I don’t let that hoe inside my house now, I don’t wife her
I’m ’bout to cut off all my friends
There’s a stone cold diamon on her finger and it bling
But I don’t care if she sends sluts to my bed
Everybody say she out here trickin’
Here on a spree of smoke, don’t need to leave her on
If she ain’t in a coop with me, I want nobody in it
(Kodak): Yes, but it was Saturday out there, I was at church
They ain’t gon’ like it, they ain’t gon’ like it
I don’t give a damn ’bout how she get it