I was just thinkin' ‘bout you Pop a Percocet get higher than a kite Fuck your bitch 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 five on my side No armor on I'm not a knight Nigga too sharp nigga need a knife Drink a lot of juice I don't need a Sprite Fuck 'em by the twos they both tryna ride Then I ditch 'em both I ain't even right Hightop Chanel bitch we drippin' right Young YSL bitch 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 pussy I dive right in Before the license I was driving Set 'em up like a tent finna get stretched Just like Grinch takin' that shit 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' fuck a coach Flyin' private not coach Run this shit no Colts Diamonds real froze nigga catch a cold Nigga slang the pole do it for your bros He like to do it for the camera we'll make you pose And get back his grandma Michael Vick mode Aim aim drug pain Aim aim stay in your lane Do it for Snake Snake Snake Snake Snake Snake Snake Snake