Year of the Snake lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentleman, it is with great pleasure I welcome you to take part in the most important game of all time
The classic game of ups and downs, snakes and ladders
During play, you may meet other players
They may common the form of friends, co-workers, classmates and in some instances even family members
But you must not be mistaken, these people may not be who they say they are
Every player's objectivе is to get to the top of the laddеr
And as you slither your way to the top, beware that there's another snake behind you waiting to drag you back to the bottom
I wish you all the best of luck on your way to the top of the ladder
Some of you will not make it, let the games begin
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm (DT Beats)
Mm, mm-mm
I don't even know the difference
Difference
I don't even know the difference
Mm, mm-mm-mm
Mm, mm-mm-mm

[Chorus]
Say I'm trippin'
Drug pack tippin'
I been OT trippin'
n*gga, that's just how I'm livin'
Two birds up in my kitchen
Twin Glocks can't tell the difference
Bags on both of my b*tches
I-I-I don't even know the difference
I'm slitherin'
Up and down your grass, I got a trap house Lake Michigan
I'm runnin' up all these digits
Two birds up in my kitchen
Twin Glocks can't tell the difference
Bags on both of my b*tches
I-I-I don't even know the difference (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse]
'25 is the Year of the Snake (Sss)
No, we don't give, only just take
Pop three Percs, two ounce the face
Don't run, don't trip, tie up your lace
R.O. might come shot off your face
We might walk in, lock off the place
n*ggas know that we not stoppin' for jakes
They say I'm trippin', I'm still in the trap
Lil' bro got and he caught enough hats
Gotta catch up, I don't got enough packs
f*ck, I'm 'bout to go spin right back
f*ck, I'm 'bout to go spin, Mike Jack'
Run in your crib and kick off the latch
Brodie got rich off fentanyl packs
Me, I got rich off cocaine, crack
Wish I can say that I got enough off rap
Just real sh*t, n*gga, I'm all in my bag
And you know that I stay poppin' the tag
Walk out the house, thirty shots in the mag'
Walk out the house, thirty racks in the bag
Woah, I'm 'bout to hit the mall, go cash
Woah, shawty got a real nice ass
Woah, I think I'ma hit from the back
Woah, these n*ggas can't stop my cash flow
Have you ever cut no pack? No
He was just sittin' in the back, no
And I got a b*tch so bad, woah
I'm tryna make a mill' by May, woah
Gettin' money day-by-day, woah
Lucky draw for the Day-Date, woah
You n*ggas can't match my pace, no
Double cross, I ain't [?] cause he thought I was slow
[Chorus]
Say I'm trippin'
Drug pack tippin'
I been OT trippin'
n*gga, that's just how I'm livin'
T-t-two birds up in my kitchen
Twin Glocks can't tell the difference
Bags on both of my b*tches
I don't even know the difference (Uh, uh, uh)

[Outro]
Say I'm trippin'
Drug pack tippin'
I been OT trippin'
n*gga, that's just how I'm livin'
T-t-two birds up in my kitchen
Twin Glocks can't tell the difference
Bags on both of my b*tches
I don't even know the difference