How To Snake a Rat
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A lot of times, niggas already know the why
They just waiting on a reason
They trust me with you soul
I promise to never fold
Love the game till it got old
Streets hot when it was cold
They trust me with you soul
I promise to never fold
Love the game till it got old
Streets hot when it was cold
Them Os is what we blown
Them p's is what we sold
My niggas feel like they told
Let's talk let's take a stroll
I know he moving loads
They know I keep a pole
Don't text me on the phone
Pull up you know we grown
What's that's? Check your tone
Your homies? I got drones
How you rich? You got loans
Your son is he at home?
You a bitch he a clone
That paper don't make you strong
You get sprayed like new cologne
Then played like a new song
They trust me with you soul
I promise to never fold
Love the game till it got old
Streets hot when it was cold
They trust me with you soul
I promise to never fold
Love the game till it got old
Streets hot when it was cold
Yeah I know cut my grass
Snakes going bite or kiss your ass
Talk is cheap so I take cash
You ain't first then you last
Why roll up if I'ma pass
The hate what's makes mad
No brakes but I keeps pads
For Bitches niggas who stay sad
A lot of times, niggas already know the why
They just waiting on a reason
They trust me with you soul
I promise to never fold
Love the game till it got old
Streets hot when it was cold
They trust me with you soul
I promise to never fold
Love the game till it got old
Streets hot when it was cold
Them Os is what we blown
Them p's is what we sold
My niggas feel like they told
Let's talk let's take a stroll
I know he moving loads
They know I keep a pole
Don't text me on the phone
Pull up you know we grown
What's that's? Check your tone
Your homies? I got drones
How you rich? You got loans
Your son is he at home?
You a bitch he a clone
That paper don't make you strong
You get sprayed like new cologne
Then played like a new song
They trust me with you soul
I promise to never fold
Love the game till it got old
Streets hot when it was cold
They trust me with you soul
I promise to never fold
Love the game till it got old
Streets hot when it was cold
Yeah I know cut my grass
Snakes going bite or kiss your ass
Talk is cheap so I take cash
You ain't first then you last
Why roll up if I'ma pass
The hate what's makes mad
No brakes but I keeps pads
For Bitches niggas who stay sad
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Writer(s): Jaire Dobbins
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