Snakes

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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