Yeah, my boy Pyrex in this motherfxcker
I was just thinkin' 'bout you
Pop a Percocet, get higher than a kite
Fxck your b1tch, get her ass out of sight
Came from the trenches, but I'm living nice
Came for the riches, ain't got time to fight
Came for your ho, she wan' spend the night
I ain't come alone, fire on my side
No armor on, I'm not a knight
N1gga too sharp, n1gga need a knife
Drink it out a juice, I don't need a Sprite
Fxck 'em by the twos, they both tryna ride
Then I ditch 'em both, I ain't even right
Hightop Chanel, b1tch, we drippin' right
Young YSL, b1tch, we livin' life
Snake, snake, snake, snake
Snake, snake, snake, snake
I'm goin' right in
And these pockets, I'm rising
Just know that we tied in
And that pu55y, I dive right in
Before the license, I was driving
Set 'em up like a tent, finna get stretched
Just like Grinch, takin' that sh1t
When you get off the exit, you ain't get stretched
We do it for...
Snake, snake, snake, snake
Snake, snake, snake, snake
They ain't finna post
I'm ballin', fxck a coach
Flyin' private, not coach
Run this sh1t, no Colts
Diamonds real froze, n1gga catch a cold
N1gga slang the pole, do it for your bros
He like to do it for the camera, we'll make you pose
Get back scrambling, Michael Vick mode
Aim, aim, drug pain
Aim, aim, stay in your lane
Do it for...
Snake, snake, snake, snake
Snake, snake, snake, snake