Snake Azz Lyrics

See, I been out down the road and my toes steady cold

Cause I'm out in the snow, A to Z, better pay

Told her pick A to Z, yeah, she chose me a G

Told her, baby, just breathe, and the world will be straight

Trill

Aye

Know what the fuck going on, man

I heard these niggas hating on me

And I try to give them a plate to eatttt

Uh-uh

Aye

Aye

Aye, fucking with Trill, that's a hazard

You hatin' on a nigga, must feel like a bastard

Middle man sipping, I heard how you crashing

Living with bro, got your mama head scratching

Why the fuck Quan wanna cap on some bashin'

Mad, cause he miss on some motion and action

That boy, he dramatic yeah, his titties be clapping

Got the whole city on goofy reactions uh

Aye, I can't come to my senses

Throwin' them slugs, but too pussy to mention

Speak on my girl, yeah, she wet and exquisite

You know how we get it, my dick an extension

Aye, heard how he sending them news to them fishes

Let me just say, better pray and start wishing

Get off yo homeboy couch and get yo dick out yo mouth

And go get you a motherfucking mission

Aye, yea I said what I said

Little turtle head dick boy, get off the bed

Eat all the food in the house, what's next shit

Problem, my problem, I think it's the med's

Man, quit all that capping

Had you some work over here, now it's backwards

Gave you, yo name, after Flomilli had to

Cut off the snake from the plate shi I had to

Aye, talking that shit 'bout B and the three

When you was 830, huh, now you can't breathe

Aye, claimin' yo cousin, lil' baby

That shit don't amaze me

Boy, you ain't offin' no spring

Smelling like onions and Funyuns

I think really bunions

Boy, go shower, that stink

Cologne ain't enough, I just keep it a buck

Even kitty, gon go pop yo ass 'nd, make yo ass tweak

Aye, Quan silly, he think he, Flo Milli

Down on his dick right on top of his titties

Yeah, he talking that shit, then he calling my mama

He talking 'bout Rosie, get dilly

Aye, I ain't frontin' for shit, had to pull up and bust on his lip

Now he nigga real pissy

All his bitches just smoking, he ain't hittin

Smoking weed, then he itch for a mission

Oh, he saying, fuck me

Nah, nigga, used to give you a plate every day you was living

Kept it quiet all the time, you would cry

Cause you broke with no inches, you all in yo feelings

Blew my phone off the dome, just to ask for a ride cuz

Katrina wasn't giving, you ain't listen

Now you groupie, done think you, clicked in

At the bottom, my nigga, you sickening

Aye, boy, you sickening

You a snake-ass nigga over here

Tryna get some play off me

Tryna two-side a nigga when you was with them niggas

Like, fuck, nah, fuck that, bro

I'm doing my thing, you got it, you good

Keep yo motion, you got in yo lil' city

You a cul-de-sac, Quan, boy

You a cul-de-sac, Quan

You know I'm over here doing big things

All over the motherfuckin

All over the motherfuckin' state, nigga

And we finna go big with this

I'm telling you, 830's the motherfuckin' name

Remember it

2-9 Trill

Aye