Serpents lyrics

[Intro]
Put that lil' boy in the dirt, ayy
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
You was tryna knock me off my wave but I been surfin', b*tch
She say I'm cold-blooded 'cause my di*k look like a serpent, b*tch
I had to go my way 'cause there's serpents in these circles, kid
n*ggas want my promo, want my name, but they can't have it back
You can have that friendly sh*t, you sold now, go 'head, take it back
n*ggas think I'm short from all these angles that I'm shootin' at
Clip the photo to the maganize inside a duffelbag
I made "30", that made thirty thousand just for doing that

[Verse]
You would never understand the very person that I am
You can't be you without them Xans, I can't be me without this trash
Industry is all ass, n*ggas want my autograph
How should I respond to that?
n*gga, bring the pen and pad (Put that lil' boy in the dirt, ayy)
I don't got time to sit and chat
Hunnid fifty on my dash
Hopefully, I f*ckin' crash
Empty out my thoughts all on the window of a tinted Jag
Roll one up and take a drag
Out in hell, I catch a cab
On the way home, bringin' snacks
All these b*tch-ass rappers still in training while I'm on track
You cannot resist or try dismiss all that I brought back
From the place you never been, doing everything you didn't
Money growin' taller, patience shorter like a f*ckin' midget
You still smokin' on midget
I got anger problems but I stall 'em till the show and p*ss it
f*ckin' on a blonde Bridget
Poppin' so much pills and I forgot where I left the prescription
They could talk a lot but that's just 'cause they don't know how to listen
I put all my problems on a paper then they get submitted
b*tch, you wanna talk about my paper like it's graded, get it
When it's time to eat, I treat the beat just like some gourmet dishes
I'm the greatest rapper, that's no cap, so check yo' f*ckin' fitted, lil' pus*y