ZOTiYAC - SNAKES lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - SNAKES lyrics]
Real talk
I might not make it out won't last
Real talk, I see snakes up in the grass
Real talk, That spun 180 on that dash
Real talk, I see snakes in the grass
Real talk
I might not make it out won't last
Real talk, I see snakes up in the grass
Real talk, That spun 180 on that dash
Real talk, I see snakes in the grass, aye
187 shit nigga
Free my nigga heist too though
Okay, I'll do it 95'o 95
I want my one on one, I do not need my Glock
Pop one, Pop two, then three
I don't know how to stop
The witnesses do not exist, they not alive
Talking 'bout cash
I'm talkin' 'bout stocks
You talkin' 'bout racks
I'm talkin' 'bout guap
I'm talkin' 'bout 20 years for right now
The decisions you make
Go reflect that it count
Count the amount, then double it out
A literal pound we started it out with like
Less than a dollar, boy, fuck what you found
Runnin' it down, I'm knocking shit down
I'm pushing that weight then
I'm pushing that sound
I'll push a fuck nigga right at at the town
Got a 100 round drum and
This bitch gon get fed
Under the bed, I'll come for yo'
Legs, Get down on one knee
Take one to the head
I own a few rings, but i'll never be wet
Flicking my wrist gon' get
Caught in they sweat
Enemy slippin' they all can get wet
I pull out that bitch like I'm walking a pet
Prices go up when I walk on a jet
From 20k to 40k 'cause my neck
Candy Paint and maybe math for the fed
Fuck you mean I'm banking back if you press
If a nigga think I ain't on nothing
Be blessed 'Cause I'm coming at you
Finna tattoo your chest
Ohh, That boy broke his foot like that old
Carti run in the crib bodies jump
But ain't no party
If I shit on you I am so sorry
Body go fall out the air like he Jeff Hardy
Your ho pop up early with no warning
But that bitch never come late
She got no tardy
She threw me that face at a show hardly, Then
She said we finna date I said oh, are we?
Nigga two gun at the buck
Carti back a lil bitch lose
Her breath like a asthmatic
She all on my pant like a crack
Addict, This shit a bad habit, No
I can not have it
That 40 on me I'ma cop back
It, there ain't no back tracking
I turn to assassin
I pull a night block, catch a opp like it
He catch a hot pocket, then we go drop
Casket
Real talk
I might not make it out won't last
Real talk, I see snakes up in the grass
I might not make it out won't last
Real talk, I see snakes up in the grass
Real talk, That spun 180 on that dash
Real talk, I see snakes in the grass
Real talk
I might not make it out won't last
Real talk, I see snakes up in the grass
Real talk, That spun 180 on that dash
Real talk, I see snakes in the grass, aye
187 shit nigga
Free my nigga heist too though
Okay, I'll do it 95'o 95
I want my one on one, I do not need my Glock
Pop one, Pop two, then three
I don't know how to stop
The witnesses do not exist, they not alive
Talking 'bout cash
I'm talkin' 'bout stocks
You talkin' 'bout racks
I'm talkin' 'bout guap
I'm talkin' 'bout 20 years for right now
The decisions you make
Go reflect that it count
Count the amount, then double it out
A literal pound we started it out with like
Less than a dollar, boy, fuck what you found
Runnin' it down, I'm knocking shit down
I'm pushing that weight then
I'm pushing that sound
I'll push a fuck nigga right at at the town
Got a 100 round drum and
This bitch gon get fed
Under the bed, I'll come for yo'
Legs, Get down on one knee
Take one to the head
I own a few rings, but i'll never be wet
Flicking my wrist gon' get
Caught in they sweat
Enemy slippin' they all can get wet
I pull out that bitch like I'm walking a pet
Prices go up when I walk on a jet
From 20k to 40k 'cause my neck
Candy Paint and maybe math for the fed
Fuck you mean I'm banking back if you press
If a nigga think I ain't on nothing
Be blessed 'Cause I'm coming at you
Finna tattoo your chest
Ohh, That boy broke his foot like that old
Carti run in the crib bodies jump
But ain't no party
If I shit on you I am so sorry
Body go fall out the air like he Jeff Hardy
Your ho pop up early with no warning
But that bitch never come late
She got no tardy
She threw me that face at a show hardly, Then
She said we finna date I said oh, are we?
Nigga two gun at the buck
Carti back a lil bitch lose
Her breath like a asthmatic
She all on my pant like a crack
Addict, This shit a bad habit, No
I can not have it
That 40 on me I'ma cop back
It, there ain't no back tracking
I turn to assassin
I pull a night block, catch a opp like it
He catch a hot pocket, then we go drop
Casket
Real talk
I might not make it out won't last
Real talk, I see snakes up in the grass