Snake Lyrics

Yeah

Uhh

Fuck is they talking about

Ion play games wit no pussy

I just be chalkin em out

If it's up we gone get dat lo

Can't even come out ya house

Sensitive watch that shit you post

Watch what you say out ya mouth

Brodie too turnt up he love dat scamming

Don't let him know ya account

Niggas don't move like I move

Niggas ain't on what I'm on

You know what I'm bout

Out here chasing this cheese

I know the method

I'm bout to show you the route

Told this girl this nut ain't for her face

Im bout to shoot in her mouth

Fucked around and bought the same shit twice

Don't even know the amount

Niggas say they looking for me.

How?

I be outside

Niggas know they can't play in my face

Im on that time

Brodie behind that wall

Thats cus niggas was snitching crossed that line

Brodie ain't trippin off no time

Just keep pape on his books he gone be fine

Pick this hoe up from the lost and found

This hoe not mine

And this lil bitch cut me off for good

Im wasting time

But I put a Rolex on my wrist

Bitch I'm not wasting time

When I find that super thurl bitch

Yeah Ima make her mine

Mind right

Body tight

And you know her face a dime

Take a trip Don't even post no pics

Yeah it's adventure time

She like bae don't even think you sane

Like my name sadam

All I'm speaking is facts cus this my life

And I just made shit rhyme

You ain't talking bout money

Call me back unhunn

They like where you at?

I'm in the trap unhunn

They like is you strapped?

I got a strap unhunn

I be smoking…what?

Yeah this that pack unhunn

Yeah

I was dead broke

I got it back unhunn

Now I'm in neiman's and saks

Fucking up racks unhunn

Sippin dat wok to the neck

Shorty wan give me the sex

Matter fact I just really want neck

Matter fact I just really want checks

Ima dip I be back in a sec

Now she crying the bitch is upset

Making these plays they call me a vet

I got Celine it covers my chest

Niggas be so fake I can't relate

Bitches be so fake I can't relate

Ever seen ya homie turn into a snake

I be counting up this paper

Till my hands start to ache

I be making that shit shake

Yeah

Step in the room

It earthquake

Uhh

Yeah

I just wake up

And I bake

Uhh

Yeah

Told my homie call the play

Uhh

Yeah

Serve a nigga ona plate

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Yeah

Yeah

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