Snake Skins
Know why
Don't even know why
Morning
Uh, yeah it's the time of my life
Yeah, yeah I'm balling in these Snake Skins
Little bro why you calling you a fake friend
I don't need no fake friends
I just need them real ones who trying to win
Every day I wake up and I get these bands
Phone blowing up with stings yeah I'm really buzzing
Blowing cash on that bitch boy you really bugging
Number 9 on the jeans, keep that 9 tucked
Baby girl give me brain that's a mind fuck
Fucking on that bitch know she slutty now
Bitches used to hate but they want to be my buddy now
It's funny now, like
It feel like I'm on my own but that's how I like it
Do you want to take shots to the dome? She was like Oh, yeah
Getting lucky like a clover
Bitch just want to fuck so I'm coming over, yeah
Smoking by myself, I ain't ever sober, yeah
Lexington: that's the town I was raised in
I'm a winner, thorough bread all came in
First place I'm aiming, No Second, No Third
I just need them birdies and them aces
Got a hundred bands in my Asics
Smoking gas when I lane switch
I'm kind of shy I don't dance
But I do the running man with your main bitch
Like hold up, you can't take this, can't touch this
I'm sitting here rolling up trying to calm down
I need substances in my fucking system
Yeah, yeah I'm balling in these snake skins
Little bro why you calling? You a fake friend
I don't need no fake friends
I just need them real ones who trying to win
Don't even know why
Morning
Uh, yeah it's the time of my life
Yeah, yeah I'm balling in these Snake Skins
Little bro why you calling you a fake friend
I don't need no fake friends
I just need them real ones who trying to win
Every day I wake up and I get these bands
Phone blowing up with stings yeah I'm really buzzing
Blowing cash on that bitch boy you really bugging
Number 9 on the jeans, keep that 9 tucked
Baby girl give me brain that's a mind fuck
Fucking on that bitch know she slutty now
Bitches used to hate but they want to be my buddy now
It's funny now, like
It feel like I'm on my own but that's how I like it
Do you want to take shots to the dome? She was like Oh, yeah
Getting lucky like a clover
Bitch just want to fuck so I'm coming over, yeah
Smoking by myself, I ain't ever sober, yeah
Lexington: that's the town I was raised in
I'm a winner, thorough bread all came in
First place I'm aiming, No Second, No Third
I just need them birdies and them aces
Got a hundred bands in my Asics
Smoking gas when I lane switch
I'm kind of shy I don't dance
But I do the running man with your main bitch
Like hold up, you can't take this, can't touch this
I'm sitting here rolling up trying to calm down
I need substances in my fucking system
Yeah, yeah I'm balling in these snake skins
Little bro why you calling? You a fake friend
I don't need no fake friends
I just need them real ones who trying to win
Credits
Writer(s): Colin Castle
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