Snake
Watch your head don't make a mistake
My killers be famished got taste for the steak
Your face on a shirt
Your face on a plate
My pockets stretched out wit that green like snake
I fired that top shelf green
I get baked
She pop that Lil perky then slurp it like drink
I turn into Jason
That Pusey like lake
I beat it I stab it I might catch a case
You fuck with my money might catch you a fade
My bitch a snow bunny that circus soleil
A freak in the sheets in the streets she get payed
Just do what you do I ain't judging you bae
Designer the fabric bitch this ain't no suede
That bitch wanna touch me I tell her she can't
The drips off limits this ain't lemonade
She call me big poppa im doing big thangs
Now I'm in the trap like an emporium
Feeling notorious my pocket's BIG
Speaking in code them folks might be recording us
They watch with binoculars I got to be discreet
The black too hot take that as a warning
Can't fire up outside I smoke it indoors
My young niggas push-up that's called authority
Yo bitch in my trap sucking dick when she's bored
I just spent a rack after got what I bought
Wake up with amnesia I partied too hard
Selling these pills but I pop them sometimes
I love how they feel they supply me with rhymes
I hop in that booth and I turn into a monster
I keep that piece in the trunk that's a chopper
 SAM he ain't no punk he will pop you
They think I'm Lil Juice how I'm toting that llama
Watch your head don't make a mistake
My killers be famished got taste for the steak
Your face on a shirt
Your face on a plate
My pockets stretched out wit that green like snake
I fired that top shelf green
I get baked
She pop that Lil perky then slurp it like drink
I turn into Jason
That Pusey like lake
I beat it I stab it I might catch a case
You fuck with my money might catch you a fade
My bitch a snow mhunny tbag circus soleil
A freak in the sheets in the streets she get payed
Just do what you do I ain't judging you bae
Designer the fabric bitch this ain't no suede
That bitch wanna touch me I tell her she can't
The drips off limits this ain't lemonade
She call me big poppa im doing big thangs
My killers be famished got taste for the steak
Your face on a shirt
Your face on a plate
My pockets stretched out wit that green like snake
I fired that top shelf green
I get baked
She pop that Lil perky then slurp it like drink
I turn into Jason
That Pusey like lake
I beat it I stab it I might catch a case
You fuck with my money might catch you a fade
My bitch a snow bunny that circus soleil
A freak in the sheets in the streets she get payed
Just do what you do I ain't judging you bae
Designer the fabric bitch this ain't no suede
That bitch wanna touch me I tell her she can't
The drips off limits this ain't lemonade
She call me big poppa im doing big thangs
Now I'm in the trap like an emporium
Feeling notorious my pocket's BIG
Speaking in code them folks might be recording us
They watch with binoculars I got to be discreet
The black too hot take that as a warning
Can't fire up outside I smoke it indoors
My young niggas push-up that's called authority
Yo bitch in my trap sucking dick when she's bored
I just spent a rack after got what I bought
Wake up with amnesia I partied too hard
Selling these pills but I pop them sometimes
I love how they feel they supply me with rhymes
I hop in that booth and I turn into a monster
I keep that piece in the trunk that's a chopper
 SAM he ain't no punk he will pop you
They think I'm Lil Juice how I'm toting that llama
Watch your head don't make a mistake
My killers be famished got taste for the steak
Your face on a shirt
Your face on a plate
My pockets stretched out wit that green like snake
I fired that top shelf green
I get baked
She pop that Lil perky then slurp it like drink
I turn into Jason
That Pusey like lake
I beat it I stab it I might catch a case
You fuck with my money might catch you a fade
My bitch a snow mhunny tbag circus soleil
A freak in the sheets in the streets she get payed
Just do what you do I ain't judging you bae
Designer the fabric bitch this ain't no suede
That bitch wanna touch me I tell her she can't
The drips off limits this ain't lemonade
She call me big poppa im doing big thangs
Credits
Writer(s): Martavious Votaw
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