BiC Fizzle - Soulja Talk lyrics

Keep the snake, he gon' keep them rats away
All them shells I fed the Drac'
Threw my favorite strap away
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)

Thuggin' with my guys until my
Time I was servin'
Sellin' nickel on the curb before I
Go back to my broke days
Gang signs and jumping gates
Check the seat, look both ways
I owe all the ones
I taught myself about that dirty game
Cut the grass, keep the snake
He gon' keep them rats away
All them shells I fed the Drac
Threw my favorite strap away

Put her up and we straight
Now she like her period late
Made a tape the first day
We shot a film like Ray J
Ayy, I throw racks to my
Shooter when he spin
That boy gon' wet the block
See them lights, we
Buckin', runnin', dodgin'
Tryna duck the cops
Fuck that sale, we making bail
If you ain't gon' shoot, hop out the car
Dude that cried, you better not
Tell, keep it real, got that from pop
Whip it 'til it look like gel, let it sit
Then make it lock
Cancer, I got smoke for sale, make a joke
I'll stop your clock
Still got stupid clientele
Percocet twenty a pop
Makin' plays in Robbinsdale while I
Clutch on this dirty Glock
Mama, she a baddie, I can't cuff her
This a dirty game i get locked
I know she gon' go dumb and fuck on anything
I know all these diamonds and
This fame cannot change me
I'll pull a murder in my team, 117 chain

Thuggin' with my guys until my
Time I was servin'
Sellin' nickel on the curb before I
Go back to my broke days
Gang signs and jumping gates
Check the seat, look both ways
I owe all the ones
I taught myself about that dirty game
Cut the grass, keep the snake
He gon' keep them rats away
All them shells I fed the Drac'
Threw my favorite strap away

Cut the grass, keep the snake
He gon' keep them rats away
All them shells I fed the Drac'
Threw my favorite strap away