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Snakes
Hip-Hop
Snakes was released on March 22, 2026 by Various Artists as a part of the album Inside Out
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Release DateMarch 22, 2026
LabelVarious Artists
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM200

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Haze ANU Monk
Haze ANU Monk
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Carthan
Ryan Carthan
Composer

Lyrics

Snakes in your grass
Serpents in your grass
Snakes in your grass
Serpents in your grass
Serpents in your grass
Serpents in your grass
Serpents in your grass
Serpents in your grass
Serpents in your grass
Serpents in your grass
Serpents in your grass
Wanna see you crash
Hoping you don't last
I'm working real fast
Throwing money in the stash
Looking bummy I don't flash
Fill my tummy with the bag
You a dummy go get racks
Lurking on me get the strap
You don't know me holding that
We ain't homies that's a fact
You get homie that's a act
Phone's itching like a rash
Whipping with the bag
Homies never lack
We just holding racks
We just holding racks
Count your money stay on track
Oh we serpents in the grass
They don't wanna see you last
Wanna see you crash
Only speaking truth
You a serpent
I'm a mongoose
You ain't working
I got the juice
They just mad their bitches loose
Holding packs don't need no proof
Call me Pac-Man
Never lag man
Call me cash man
Broke **** wanna fight
Call your tax man
Pockets empty and you tight
All these rappers popping Xans
They don't got no plans
I don't understand
Built up all these fans
Got them in a trance
Fucked up in the stands
You ain't about shit
Copping brand new outfits
Yeah I'm out bitch
In the mountains
Ain't about racks
See me counting
All this fucking cash
Building mountains
Oh we talking trash
I drip like fountains
We no fucking match
In the city counting up
We just flipping bucks
We just leveled up
Snakes looking stuck
Got the racks give it up
We don't give no fuck
We just counting bucks
We just keep it tucked
All these **** boring
Pull up in a foreign
They just boring got me snoring
Gon' be touring in your city scoring
Grabbing titties pouring
Dripping with my sauce
I'm a boss
She gon' lick it off
Pockets getting fatter
How much do it cost
Climbing up the ladder
They gon' call me boss
Labels knocking at my door
What you thought
What you thought
Homie I'm a dog
Homie I'm a fucking dog
I'm a dog
You just gotta tug
Drip on another level
See your scales and laugh
See your tails and laugh
She gon' let me smash
Make some sales and dash
Homie you no match
Homie you no match
Too much drip
Tsunami don't try me
**** scheming no posse
Bitch we eating come find me
Bitch we eating come find me
Yeah we eating come find me
Snakes in your grass
Snakes in your grass
You got some snakes in your grass
You got some snakes in your grass
You got some snakes
You got some snakes
You got some fakes
You got some fakes
You got some snakes
You got some snakes
You got some fakes
You got some fakes
All those little snakes
All those little snakes
Knocking on my door
For these fucking snakes
What you thought
What you thought
What you thought
What you thought
What you thought
What you thought
I'm a fucking dog
I'm a fucking boss
I'm a fucking boss
I'm a fucking dog
I'm a fucking dog
I'm a fucking boss
Yeah
Written by: Ryan Carthan
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