Snake

(Yeah, that boy Pyrex in this motherfucker) I was just thinkin' 'bout you Pop a Percocet, get higher than a kite f******ur bitch and get her ass out of sight Came from the trenches, but I'm livin' nice Came for the riches, ain't got time to fight Came for your ho, she wan' spend the night I ain't come alone, fire on my side No armor on, I'm not a knight Nigga too sharp, nigga need a knife Drink a lot of juice, I don't need a Sprite Fuck 'em by the twos, they both tryna ride Then I ditch 'em both, I ain't even right Hightop Chanel, bitch, we drippin' right Young YSL, bitch, we livin' life Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake) I'm goin' right in And these pockets, I'm risin' Just know that we tied in And that p***y, I dive right in Before the license, I was drivin' Set 'em up like a tent, finna get stretched Just like Grinch, talkin' that shit Boy you get off the exit, you can get stretched We do it for Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) They ain't finna post I'm ballin', fuck a coach Flyin' private, not coach Runnin' shit, no Colts Diamonds real froze, nigga catch a cold Nigga slang the pole, do it for your bros He like to do it for the camera, we'll make you pose Get back scramblin', Michael Vick mode Aim, aim, drug pain Aim, aim, stay in your lane Do it for Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake) Snake (snake, snake, snake)