Snakes on the Plane Lyrics

Fuck a nigga

He gone watch from the bleachers while a nigga balling

Beefed out with teachers I stayed in the office

Let's go back to the beepers I ain't picking up calls

I know blue checks that's eaters they gone share they jaws

I know family members that's police but it's still fuck the laws

And my new bitch bad trying to dig off in her walls

I wasn't tripping about that one time I caught discharge in her drawls

I think I dogged out all my old hoes I had pissed all of them off

I be trying to find a play to catch she just talking about blogs

And why you don't want speak in public you was just fucking me raw

And why you lied and said you coming I could have went to sleep or beat off

The fans don't care about no rap nigga you niggas just be lost

This shit like sports to them the opps die they think they team lost

Bro know wassam I gave him high five then let them things off

Bitch if you keep talking about your feelings you gone make my thing soft

I know this thick hoe that's cockeyed I think her blink off

They had her OnlyFans on Reddit but they took the link off

Soon as she said you gone hate me I know that the link off

I swerved front of this white lady and I got flicked off

Check the details unsubscribe to the marketing in my email

Hate a fake woke bitch that don't want be called female

If I go to this party I can bet that you won't be there

Exclusive you can't get in, wock put me in feelings

Dogs going to heaven but I just hope they leave they shit here

One thing about a bitch nigga they always around bitches

One thing about a toxic bitch she don't be want listen

Fuck it talk slick to her, I'm gone hand my dick to her

Probably cuddle in the winter

Give a fuck about her birthday I ain't never been a gift giver

I been knowing her for three years and I ain't never take a pic with her

I don't think I'm sane, I don't play no games

I go get a watch I won't bust down I'll keep it plain

I'm flyer than a plane, pounds up on the plane

She do a lot for fame, but don't get entertained

Why would you blow your first twenty bands all on Johnny Dang?

Why would you talk down bad on me then smile all in my face?

If I fly out your thot it's gone be snakes up on the plane

If I slide down your block it's gone be names up on that grave, gang