Uncle Kosa - No Snail Lyrics

Good thing I ain't a mutha fuckin snail
Cause the way these niggas throwing salt I a be somewhere dead as hell
You kill one of mine then you'll be dead as well
Done ran circles around plenty and I ain't talking carousel
You gotta work towards it or throw your wishes down the well
You gotta get outside gone head and come out your shell
Ready to hit the trap after class I'm talking saved by the bell
Used to fuck with bows I had a hell of a run with the mail
I try to never be specific
But I had kush from the pacific
Don't even tell em no more them bitches knowing that I'm different
With or without the light they still gone have to know that I'm glistening
I can't let them stretch me at the light like they did pac and biggie
Now they booking me for shows when I perform hoes pop they titties
If you feel like you want smoke with me for any reason come and get me
1942 sipping
In the booth right now counting up a pink and blue tension
Never been the type to force it if the bitch get to resisting
That's these niggas problems now they need to mother fucking listen
I got my eyes set on some fast I'm thinking should I grab it just to drift it
What fun is it if you can't never ever say that you risked it
Don't play and get yo ass lifted hhmmmmm
Good thing I ain't a mutha fucking snail
Cause the way these niggas throwing salt I a be somewhere dead as hell
You kill one of mine then you'll be dead as well
Done ran circles round plenty and I ain't talking carousel
You gotta work towards it or throw your wishes down the well
You gotta get outside gone head and come out your shell
Ready to hit the trap after class I'm talking saved by the bell
Used to fuck wit bows I had a hell of a run with the mail

Good thing I ain't a mutha fuckin snail
Cause the way these niggas throwing salt I a be somewhere dead as hell
You kill one of mine then you'll be dead as well
Done ran circles around plenty and I ain't talking carousel
You gotta work towards it or throw your wishes down the well
You gotta get outside gone head and come out your shell
Ready to hit the trap after class I'm talking saved by the bell
Used to fuck with bows I had a hell of a run with the mail
I try to never be specific
But I had kush from the pacific
Don't even tell em no more them bitches knowing that I'm different
With or without the light they still gone have to know that I'm glistening
I can't let them stretch me at the light like they did pac and biggie
Now they booking me for shows when I perform hoes pop they titties
If you feel like you want smoke with me for any reason come and get me
1942 sipping
In the booth right now counting up a pink and blue tension
Never been the type to force it if the bitch get to resisting
That's these niggas problems now they need to mother fucking listen
I got my eyes set on some fast I'm thinking should I grab it just to drift it
What fun is it if you can't never ever say that you risked it
Don't play and get yo ass lifted hhmmmmm
Good thing I ain't a mutha fucking snail
Cause the way these niggas throwing salt I a be somewhere dead as hell
You kill one of mine then you'll be dead as well
Done ran circles round plenty and I ain't talking carousel
You gotta work towards it or throw your wishes down the well
You gotta get outside gone head and come out your shell
Ready to hit the trap after class I'm talking saved by the bell
Used to fuck wit bows I had a hell of a run with the mail