KARMA xx, Psycho - Snapchat Lyrics

Seeing triple from my double
We don’t fumble
She outchea doggin’ niggas like this shawty know the drill
I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill
Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel
I hope she for real
I know how you feel
My stylin’ be popping for real
I'm hotter than summer for real
These haters keep copying for real
She call me papi for real
You just wanna be on snapchat
Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah
Sending DM’s where your man at
You just love me for my snapchat
Snapchat that shit (Shit)
Blow a hunid racks real quick (Real quick)
'Cause all my niggas wanna drink (Drink)
All my niggas wanna lean (Lean)
You fucking with the A-team
Plus we doing shit you ain't seen (Oh no)
Poppin’ sum, pop a couple (Oh no)
Pour up a drink and make sure it's double (Woo)
Seeing triple from my double (Yeah)
But we too composed we don't fumble
Anybody wanna pull up (Skrt)
Better make sure you don't tumble
Everybody on my snapchat
Always see the shit, and ask where we at
Summertime got me leanin’ (Leanin')
Summertime got me feelin’
She outchea doggin’ niggas like this shawty know the drill
I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill
Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel
I hope she for real
I know how you feel
My stylin’ be popping for real
I'm hotter than summer for real
These haters keep copying for real
She call me papi for real
You just wanna be on snapchat
Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah
Sending DM’s where your man at
You just love me for my snapchat
(Uh huh, yeah, uh)
They call me papi chulo (Chulo)
I'm riding round in a two door (Two door)
Disappearing like I'm Pluto (Pluto)
Your bitches be loving the crew though (Crew though)
Tell ‘em come fuck with a God (God)
Tell ‘em don't fuck with the mob (Mob)
Psycho Sims, what's your problem? (Problem)
Summertime got me boppin’
Summertime got me leanin' (Leanin')
Summertime got me fiendin' (Fiend)
That bitch bad, she a demon (Demon)
Tell her nothing ‘bout the feelings (Fokol)
Slide in dm’s where your man at
She go through a maze like a lab rat (Woo)
I don't even give her shopping bags
Shit is all net like a summer jam (Swish)
But real niggas gon’ feel it (Swisher)
Real bitches gon’ feel it (Swisher, swisher)
All we want is that fetti (Swisher)
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Fede my niggas we ready (Gaaaa)
Papi chulo I be gold grinning (Woo)
Can't knock the hustle we ready (Woo)
Share my story and I told niggas (Ha)
She outchea doggin’ niggas like this shawty know the drill
I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill
Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel
I hope she for real
I know how you feel
My stylin’ be popping for real
I'm hotter than summer for real
These haters keep copying for real
She call me papi for real
You just wanna be on snapchat
Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah
Sending DM’s where your man at
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
Style just be popping, for real
She call me papi, for real
I’m hotter than summer, for real

Seeing triple from my double
We don’t fumble
She outchea doggin’ niggas like this shawty know the drill
I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill
Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel
I hope she for real
I know how you feel
My stylin’ be popping for real
I'm hotter than summer for real
These haters keep copying for real
She call me papi for real
You just wanna be on snapchat
Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah
Sending DM’s where your man at
You just love me for my snapchat
Snapchat that shit (Shit)
Blow a hunid racks real quick (Real quick)
'Cause all my niggas wanna drink (Drink)
All my niggas wanna lean (Lean)
You fucking with the A-team
Plus we doing shit you ain't seen (Oh no)
Poppin’ sum, pop a couple (Oh no)
Pour up a drink and make sure it's double (Woo)
Seeing triple from my double (Yeah)
But we too composed we don't fumble
Anybody wanna pull up (Skrt)
Better make sure you don't tumble
Everybody on my snapchat
Always see the shit, and ask where we at
Summertime got me leanin’ (Leanin')
Summertime got me feelin’
She outchea doggin’ niggas like this shawty know the drill
I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill
Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel
I hope she for real
I know how you feel
My stylin’ be popping for real
I'm hotter than summer for real
These haters keep copying for real
She call me papi for real
You just wanna be on snapchat
Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah
Sending DM’s where your man at
You just love me for my snapchat
(Uh huh, yeah, uh)
They call me papi chulo (Chulo)
I'm riding round in a two door (Two door)
Disappearing like I'm Pluto (Pluto)
Your bitches be loving the crew though (Crew though)
Tell ‘em come fuck with a God (God)
Tell ‘em don't fuck with the mob (Mob)
Psycho Sims, what's your problem? (Problem)
Summertime got me boppin’
Summertime got me leanin' (Leanin')
Summertime got me fiendin' (Fiend)
That bitch bad, she a demon (Demon)
Tell her nothing ‘bout the feelings (Fokol)
Slide in dm’s where your man at
She go through a maze like a lab rat (Woo)
I don't even give her shopping bags
Shit is all net like a summer jam (Swish)
But real niggas gon’ feel it (Swisher)
Real bitches gon’ feel it (Swisher, swisher)
All we want is that fetti (Swisher)
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Fede my niggas we ready (Gaaaa)
Papi chulo I be gold grinning (Woo)
Can't knock the hustle we ready (Woo)
Share my story and I told niggas (Ha)
She outchea doggin’ niggas like this shawty know the drill
I just hit the ceiling now she tryna pop a pill
Whylin and I'm speeding, got my cup behind wheel
I hope she for real
I know how you feel
My stylin’ be popping for real
I'm hotter than summer for real
These haters keep copying for real
She call me papi for real
You just wanna be on snapchat
Blowing up these stories, yeah, yeah
Sending DM’s where your man at
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
You just love me for my snapchat
Style just be popping, for real
She call me papi, for real
I’m hotter than summer, for real