[Verse 1]
Snow Tha Product going in, like an injection bitch
I'm eating rappers, so no question what my breakfast is
Y'all talking money, but all I see is a deficit
I wreck again, and putting all of Cali on some Texas shit
And vice versa, I'm turning up the west and east
You never seen a hotter rapper and a Mexican
So now you best to get your money and invest in this
Cause I'm a goldmine, you bitches sleep
Get out the bed, ya bitch
[Verse 2]
I think big, talk a lot, and back up what I preach
I keep a small circle 'cause Imma make sure they all eat
I don't trust anyone 'cause I know rats come for the cheese
So yes I be smith from the west, and next from where I make my beats
And I ain't gangster, but the 40 got two clips
And if you slip you finna get terrified by my blue kicks
So you better fool it don't act stupid 'cause I will get a bunch of kids
My Product Pushas gon' mess around and get a little bit pissed
So now you in a bunch of shit because you slipped up with this chick
Miss Snow Tha Product is a boss you don't, want to offend
I been up in this shit a bit to know enough but to get rich
Stupid rappers will go around and ride on each others' --
But I ain't got one, so what am I to do
Shit Imma eat up off they plates like we on poppa do
And Imma drop a few mixtapes that you can cop if you are in the future like myself cause shit I'm on some rocket fuel
Too many rapper in the game is trynna hate though
The game is too congested like Gucci Mane's nasal
Rappers trynna fuck with me but hate under the table
But boy I put a hole in you, make you look like a bagel
Fuck with me
Snow Tha Product going in, like an injection bitch
I'm eating rappers, so no question what my breakfast is
Y'all talking money, but all I see is a deficit
I wreck again, and putting all of Cali on some Texas shit
And vice versa, I'm turning up the west and east
You never seen a hotter rapper and a Mexican
So now you best to get your money and invest in this
Cause I'm a goldmine, you bitches sleep
Get out the bed, ya bitch
[Verse 2]
I think big, talk a lot, and back up what I preach
I keep a small circle 'cause Imma make sure they all eat
I don't trust anyone 'cause I know rats come for the cheese
So yes I be smith from the west, and next from where I make my beats
And I ain't gangster, but the 40 got two clips
And if you slip you finna get terrified by my blue kicks
So you better fool it don't act stupid 'cause I will get a bunch of kids
My Product Pushas gon' mess around and get a little bit pissed
So now you in a bunch of shit because you slipped up with this chick
Miss Snow Tha Product is a boss you don't, want to offend
I been up in this shit a bit to know enough but to get rich
Stupid rappers will go around and ride on each others' --
But I ain't got one, so what am I to do
Shit Imma eat up off they plates like we on poppa do
And Imma drop a few mixtapes that you can cop if you are in the future like myself cause shit I'm on some rocket fuel
Too many rapper in the game is trynna hate though
The game is too congested like Gucci Mane's nasal
Rappers trynna fuck with me but hate under the table
But boy I put a hole in you, make you look like a bagel
Fuck with me
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