J Buddha - Snapchat (Prod. Bricc Fam) lyrics

[Intro: Atcreams & J Buddha] [Verse 1: Atcreams] Hit your ho up on snapchat Pray to my lord that her a** fat If she come in close ima grab that Even if you close ima have that Moving cross-country comes with different views Only like my honeys when they come in twos Girl, you gotta go, don't be acting rude Are you drinking sir? No, I've had a few Help them realize camouflage ain't help you hide Eyes will realize there's mirage up in them thighs In garage I park my ride, I won't let you out my sight Atcreams, on the hunt for the come-up Stay hype 'till the sun up Took a little break, hopped back to the west-side Swear I have the best life, dare come and test mine It's about time, that I lose it for the lucy for the goonies Lose it for these haters come and sue me Lose it for España that's my roomie Lose it in el baño when I'm grooming It's about time that I lay low In Miami beach or the Bay, Hoes Hip work when she tango Tryna take this thing slow Tryna take this thing slow Mrs. Cremo has it's ring tho [Verse 2: J Buddha] n***as lookin for the newest way to say they fly Nest in the West end, bet I been high Pull up in a 3 door coupe, give it time No time for the stressin', outta my mind Money mag, paper chase, gotta get mines Praise to the highest, n***a got ties Alternate doctrines, altercate time, with these things Who else make your mood ring change when he come thru? Smoov J And the white kids listening to Wu-tang If I got no tie, I be with my new thang; snatching the food from up off of your food plate Wash words out your mouth like it's Coolgate, run up Meant to Colgate Meant to say suave n***as too suave, like some agave [Outro: Atcreams & J Buddha]