Mr. Snakek lyrics

[Intro]
(Who is Fort Woe...)
Look...

[Verse 1: MoneySign Suede]
I with Chike talkin’ bout fame talkin’ bout how n*ggas change
I don't fake a smile if I don’t like you you should pray
I'm from LA I'll put a b*tch n*gga to lay
I'm ridin' dirty like I wanna catch a case
I'm Mr. Snake with a K at the end
I just had a Beamer but today I'm in a Benz
I could buy a broad a ring, I'm 21 I need head
He was mad but I ain't beefin' with no n*gga who make no sense
I'm gettin' to this money she get mad I don't text her
Yo b*tch on my di*k, she a thot so Imma bless her
I'm above all these n*ggas like I'm from Denver
Don't talk about my name so I can pull up with some pressure
(I'm Mr. Snake with a K at the end
I just had a Bеamer but today I'm in a Benz)

[Verse 2: AzChike]
I'm up up on a flex
On a n*gga hеad up up on his neck
b*tch I'm too fly, up up on a jet
And b*tch that clip hang like braids with barrettes, n*gga
I put two up in his vest
b*tch I'm in the coupe, cooped up cause I'm blessed
Tat me on yo face, neck, pus*y, and yo breasts
b*tch broke a bag but I'm askin' where the rest, yes
I'm bout bread with the cheese
Took a vacay I'm in Belize with a breeze
Make a b*tch sleaze and do a n*gga greeze
We gon' shoot the first opp dead in his sneeze, n*gga
Up up in my bag
Drip too hard up up on my swag
He ain't got the bag, up up on yo bad
b*tch you broke and you bad, that'll make a n*gga mad (Oh let's get it)
I'm up up on a flex
On a n*gga head up up on his neck
b*tch I'm too fly, up up on a jet
And b*tch that clip hang like braids with barrettes, n*gga
(I'm bout bread with the cheese)
(Took a vacay I'm in Belize with a breeze)