Ik SNM - Hero Lyrics

SNM
(Skrr)
I'm fairly odd, but i'm not a parent
Whippin' in a Kia
furniture IKEA
(Huh)
niggas hating like they on my cock though
Try som' slight we gon' pop you in your top dome
All black on like a flock of Crows
Gon' shake that ass twerk somethin' for some bands doe
I'm a mutha' fucking hero you a zero
Ain't nothing in my head but them dead presidents
Touch my nigga Z
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We Gorillas we gon' pop shit
Drinking up the lean smoking weed make the party lit
(It's lit)
A big booty hoe in my room yea that's your bitch
Whole lotta checks in my pocket call it Nike
Suck on my top just make sure that you don't bite me
Shoot you in yo' hip top lip Almighty
I fucked his bitch, now this bitch ass nigga wanna fight me
Let the niggas do the talking 'cuz you'll never try me
If you get to me I'll show you the demon that's inside me
Daddy is a Rasta you can call me young ratty
He's a Rastafarian but i know he do not smoke weed
Dread head and all but I am no Rasta
Fetty Wap yo head make your brain turn to pasta
Told that how you welcome yea mi casa es tu casa
Had to kick that bitch out cuz she smoked up all my ganja
Know i fucked you raw, no I cannot be the Father
(Not the father)
Trapping out the back door five star server
571, 703 them my brothers
Too much ice on us like we always in December
(So cold)
Guns tips so hot they might think we in the Summer
Hacking bodies like i'm Jason Halloween, October
Skinny Niqqa Music always reppin' that's forever nigga.

SNM
(Skrr)
I'm fairly odd, but i'm not a parent
Whippin' in a Kia
furniture IKEA
(Huh)
niggas hating like they on my cock though
Try som' slight we gon' pop you in your top dome
All black on like a flock of Crows
Gon' shake that ass twerk somethin' for some bands doe
I'm a mutha' fucking hero you a zero
Ain't nothing in my head but them dead presidents
Touch my nigga Z
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We Gorillas we gon' pop shit
Drinking up the lean smoking weed make the party lit
(It's lit)
A big booty hoe in my room yea that's your bitch
Whole lotta checks in my pocket call it Nike
Suck on my top just make sure that you don't bite me
Shoot you in yo' hip top lip Almighty
I fucked his bitch, now this bitch ass nigga wanna fight me
Let the niggas do the talking 'cuz you'll never try me
If you get to me I'll show you the demon that's inside me
Daddy is a Rasta you can call me young ratty
He's a Rastafarian but i know he do not smoke weed
Dread head and all but I am no Rasta
Fetty Wap yo head make your brain turn to pasta
Told that how you welcome yea mi casa es tu casa
Had to kick that bitch out cuz she smoked up all my ganja
Know i fucked you raw, no I cannot be the Father
(Not the father)
Trapping out the back door five star server
571, 703 them my brothers
Too much ice on us like we always in December
(So cold)
Guns tips so hot they might think we in the Summer
Hacking bodies like i'm Jason Halloween, October
Skinny Niqqa Music always reppin' that's forever nigga.