Intro (YSL Rudy Speaks) lyrics

[Intro]
Trapped on motherf*ckin' Cleveland
Long live Snake
Turn up, slime ball

[Verse]
Yeah, lil' boy, where you trap at?
My shooter gon' shoot where you nap
I'm in the trap eatin' Rap Snacks
These n*ggas so cap, where your hats at?
I'm hooked up with 'Toven
I'm talkin' Mooktoven
I know I'm the chosen
I get on the lean, move the slowest
You know I ain't worried
Glock forty, know it hold thirty
And we shootin' sh*t like Curry
And we havin' clean, I ain't talkin' dish detergent
Let the chopper scream and my shooters on a perky
I got what you need, two-fifty, yeah, they servin'
Yeah, these diamonds bling, got a n*gga vision blurry
And these n*ggas bleedin', you know the trigger workin'
Yeah, baby, n*gga gettin' faded
n*gga havin' guns like the Navy
f*ck a Backwood, lil' n*gga
I smoke it out the Raw cone papers
She made the young n*gga c*m quicker
I whipped out a lot of blue faces
The ambulance before you catch up
You better take a flow and update it
Yeah, yeah, better go do that
You know that these slimes gon' shoot back
I got on Gucci flip flops
They like, "Lil Keed, where your shoes at?"
I'm fly like some wings
We shoot up the scene, I fold up a Kel Tec
It came with a beam, yeah, yeah, yeah
They thought I wouldn't make it
But I had to make it, I took off her waist
They know that I faced it
I roll up a blunt, got time for no lacin'
These skinnies, they skinny, my shoes got no laces
I know that they don't love me, I know that they hate me
It ain't 'bout a bag I'm not gonna chase it
I just hit a lick, hide the merch in the basement
And she wanna do, I don't care if she basic
Don't give a f*ck, don't care
Yeah, super geeked up, where my Cartier?
And I'm havin' drip, what style? What pair?
You say spin my block, man, I hope it went well
And I'm in the one way with Kenwell
I heard he dropped a mixtape but it didn't sell
Baby mama tryna put a n*gga in a cell
But you know a n*gga gon' make bail