King Snipe Lyrics Gucci Mane & Kodak Black

Song: King Snipe
Artist: Gucci Mane & Kodak Black
Album: GM16*
Produced by: Richie Souf & Fourteen
Written By: Gucci Mane, Kodak Black, Richie Souf & Fourteen
Release Date: January 13, 2023

King Snipe Lyrics Gucci Mane & Kodak Black

Shit, I love Guwop though, Zuwop, ’cause I’m a big Z
Ya heard me?
Know what I’m sayin’?
Shoutout to Gucci, I think that my dad, you know I was just jerkin’
(I just told Richie we rich)

Bitch said, “Whoopty-woop, whoopty-woop”
I was like, “Bet,” [?] that was lyin’
When them bullets had came my way, I say, “I bet Kodak ain’t dyin'”
We pour murders backwards after, we turned red rum to wine
I’m the nigga that smack all the smackers so I am the biggest stepper, 5’5
I’m a hot boy, my bitch the coldest, yeah, opposite attract
You got one time to raise your voice in here, then I’ma get the strap
I’ve been chasin’ that boy likе a fly ’round the house but evеntually, I’ll get him clapped
All I ever had was the trap, I ain’t have me no dad, so I got off my dick, yeah, I jacked

I’ve been true to this from the jump (Uh-huh)
When I do it, consider it done (Mm-hmm)
Fuck a shooter, bitch, ’cause I’m one
On point like I’m a dot
I’ll swap me a body for a swap
Put a bag right on his top
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it’s torture in my heart
Beat the pot like it’s beef with the dope
Pop Percs, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke
I’ma leave ‘fore I beat on a ho
I’m a Z but I’m P, for sure
I bet low-key, she a swoop
Need Codeine with lil’ boo
And I know she cheatin’ too
But I ain’t finna look for proof

I triple crossed them ’cause I seen it was planted
Tried count me out, must didn’t know how to count (What?)
Told her ring up, they didn’t know the amount
Expensive new ferries, I couldn’t even pronounce (It’s Gucci)
No gun policy, stick in the party (Grrah)
Hope nobody get side of they body
Got himself hurt, he was full of that molly (Damn)
We ain’t even wanna have to kill nobody (Woah, ooh)
Ridin’ down Ocean like Fast and the Furious (Gucci)
Caught me red-handed, can’t crack up the jury (Damn)
Your boss is a pussy, your artist was scared (Pussy)
Just a matter of time ‘fore they take all your jewelry
These young niggas they done made killin’ a sport
They’re brazin’, they’ll take a swish to New York
So crazy, kill a pig, turn him to pork
I hope they don’t try to get my lyrics in court (It’s Gucci)

I’ve been true to this from the jump
When I do it, consider it done
Fuck a shooter, bitch, ’cause I’m one
On point like I’m a dot
I’ll swap me a body for a swap
Put a bag right on his top
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it’s torture in my heart
Beat the pot like it’s beef with the dope
Pop Percs, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke
I’ma leave ‘fore I beat on a ho
I’m a Z but I’m P, for sure
I bet low-key, she a swoop
Need Codeine with lil’ boo
And I know she cheatin’ too
But I ain’t finna look for proof

And I got juice but I want the lean
I’m smokin’ deuce, I pour a three
And I got boot, been down on my feet
What did I do? Caresha, please, baby
Bought you a Ring Pop to be funny
I’ll take you to Kay’s now, if you lucky
My Pomeranian puppy, a Russian
I brought this lil’ beautiful bitch to the ugly
And I’m King Snipe, and I’m King Tut
Yeah, I came tight, you ain’t gettin’ nothin’
Miami nights, fuckin’ in the club
Shakin’ with the dice, it don’t really bluff
I made a way, it’s only us
Niggas hatin’ on me, watch
All I did was run it up

I’ve been true to this from the jump (Uh-huh)
When I do it, consider it done (It done)
Fuck a shooter, bitch, ’cause I’m one (I’m one)
On point like I’m a dot
I’ll swap me a body for a swap (Uh-huh)
Put a bag right on his top (Your head)
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it’s torture in my heart (It’s there)
Beat the pot like it’s beef with the dope
Pop Percs, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke
I’ma leave ‘fore I beat on a ho
I’m a Z but I’m P, for sure (Uh-huh)
I bet low-key, she a swoop (A swoop)
Need Codeine with lil’ boo (She bad and bougie)
And I know she cheatin’ too
But I ain’t finna look for proof