Lil Keed - Snake

Yeah, my boy Pyrex in this motherfuckerI was just thinkin' 'bout youPop a Percocet, get higher than a kiteFuck your bitch, get her ass out of sightCame from the trenches, but I'm living niceCame for the riches, ain't got time to fightCame for your hoe, she wan' spend the nightI ain't come alone, five on my sideNo armor on, I'm not a knightNigga too sharp, nigga need a knifeDrink a lot of juice, I don't need a spriteFuck 'em by the twos, they both tryna rideThen I ditch 'em both, I ain't even rightHightop Chanel, bitch, we drippin' rightYoung YSL, bitch, we livin' lifeSnake (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 inAnd these pockets, I'm risingJust know that we tied inAnd that pussy, I dive right inBefore the lessons, I was drivingSet 'em up like a tent, finna get stretchedJust like Grinch, takin' that shitWhen you get off the exit, you ain't get stretchedWe do it forSnake (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 postI'm ballin', fuck a coachFlyin' private, not coachRun this shit, no coltsDiamonds real froze, nigga catch a coldNigga slang the pole, do it for your brosHe like to do it for the camera, we'll make you poseAnd get back his grandma, Michael Vick modeAim, aim, drug painAim, aim, stay in your laneDo it forSnake (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)