Lemme start by saying, 'f** your co-sign' Come against me, get clothes-lined I'm a lil' chick with a flow tight I gotta little bit more than a dope line I gotta big mouth and I don't mind Coming up in the game, showing haters no shine No love, no hugs, no blood, no buzz Oh, ho, ain't you know it's Snow time? They got no inner style on them Higher than a G-5 pilot on them My bad, my swag's so violent on them That fly persona out of California I'm a bad lil' chick and I'm mashing on them High cla** but I could get [?] on them k**ing game like I got a casket on them High cla** but I will get ratchet on them Latin chick that go beast mode, and these streets know These b**hes hate, but they don't say sh** when they see Snow If it's beef, ho, then go get a plate Everywhere now, in with my syndicates It's a movie, b**h, get a date I'm a room service, I'm throwing out the garbage That's what you call a minute made And I ain't changed sh** I'm the same old chick I ain't even got to change my phone I'm just trying to get rich to afford payments f** weed, legalize my mom I'm just running the game with a little bit of vague And I'm proud to call Texas home But don't forget that Snow's the sh** I'm Mexican, I'll go platinum in LA alone