Yeah theres Snakes everywhere

No they ain't so rare

You a fake

Check ya tan

Break ya down

That's the plan

I'm legit

No scam

Blue reveal

I'm the man

You a pussy feline

If you got nine lives

Imma shoot 10 times

Cuz I aim for the head

You can Call me rick grimes

I don't just kill lines

And I know you a bitch

Cuz you do it for the likes

I confess through my rhymes

I don't check headlines

I don't play by the rules

Never drawn in the lines

If you fuck with the game

End up as a chalk line

Pull up to the funeral

No they won't recognize

Cuz they always wear masks

They just make headlines

And I Don't cop a piece

Got caught copping iron

That was middle school

Got caught 5 times

So I got 10 guys

And they walk in a line

And they all cop iron

Yeah they all cop iron

Got snakes everywhere

Snakes in the trees

Snakes in your hair

Slither all around

Ruin all land

Snakes everywhere

Snakes everywhere

Got snakes everywhere

Snakes in the trees

Snakes in your hair

Slither all around

Ruin all land

Snakes everywhere

Snakes everywhere

Aye And you know I don't fuck with that python shit

Got that Anaconda grip, take aim don't miss

Sylvester Stallone when that cobra spray clips

Gotta spit got venom like lips

Gotta show some respect like RIP nips

Need Hip shot dot cuz I pull it from the hip

And I'm shooting for the chin like I'm coming from the tip

And I'm too paranoid so I pull that shit quick

Wear a bullet proof vest

Ain't afraid to get sticked

Can't allow last words

Can't afford to let you live

That would be bad for my business

Yeah you been a lippy bitch

Yeah this shits fucking war

Loose lips sinks ships

Ain't afraid to trade clips

Just like with my girl

Ain't afraid to go rounds

Bitch I'll match you with the strength

We can go pound for pound

Sunny and Ali

Rematch, Knockout

First minute first round

Got snakes everywhere

Snakes in the trees

Snakes in your hair

Slither all around

Ruin all land

Snakes everywhere

Snakes everywhere

Got snakes everywhere

Snakes in the trees

Snakes in your hair

Slither all around

Ruin all land

Snakes everywhere

Snakes everywhere

So fucking sick of these motherfucking snakes on my motherfucking plane

Sammy j

Y'all some goofs

You some diamond back lames

Turn ya speakers real loud

So you hear what I'm sayin

You can't merge in my shit

Cause This is the express lane

Speed cause Chest pains

Stop your heart cobain

Two rounds to the head

That's a major Migraine

Writer like mark twain

Flow like white Wayne

Spit a lil methane

Gotta spit more facts

Till I make it all back

Get a lil fame off a lil bit of tracks

Get wiz on a track

Gotta building up

Gotta keep getting racks,

Gotta pack em in a stack

Got the team on my back

I'm the man with a plan

No gear but I'll land

In the booth cooking up

Yo shit really bland

No sauce when ya cook

No spices in the pan

No kick, can't stand

Got snakes everywhere

Snakes in the trees

Snakes in your hair

Slither all around

Ruin all land

Snakes everywhere

Snakes everywhere

Got snakes everywhere

Snakes in the trees

Snakes in your hair

Slither all around

Ruin all land

Snakes everywhere

Snakes everywhere