Snake

Yeah, my boy Pyrex in this motherfucker I was just thinkin' 'bout you Pop a Percocet, get higher than a kite Fuck your bitch, get her ass out of sight Came from the trenches, but I'm living nice Came for the riches, ain't got time to fight Came for your hoe, she wan' spend the night I ain't come alone, five 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, snake) I'm goin' right in And these pockets, I'm rising Just know that we tied in And that pussy, I dive right in Before the lessons, I was driving Set 'em up like a tent, finna get stretched Just like Grinch, takin' that shit When you get off the exit, you ain't 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 Run this 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 And get back his grandma, 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)