SNAKE! lyrics

[Verse 1: Iayze]
How you ain't get no cash you lame
I know some n*ggas wanna eat off my plate
Play in that b*tch and you ass getting bait n*gga
That's why I can't hang with yah
And the XD 45 paint n*ggas
I shoot sh*t like I take pictures
In the double R and I'm lane switching
b*tch I'm in that Vette, Vette yeah
Ride with a Tek, Tek yeah
Got on Patek, Patek yeah
Shoot at the boy and he can't protect yeah
Hundred rounds he can't duck his head, yeah

[Chorus: Apollo Gold]
f*ck, f*ck that boy he snake (Woah)
Rick Owens got lace (Yuh Yuh)
Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face
Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Tuh Truh)
Run up a sack, I dеposit at Chase (Cha-Ching, Cha-Ching)
You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah (Nah)

[Verse 2: Apollo Gold]
f*ck you yuh (Uh)
I'm sick and tired of thеse peions (What?!)
pus*y ass rappers wanna be me I see em
Tryna dress like me, come talk like me, get hoes like me
f*ck you I'm never lacking keep a pole like me (Brahp)
We is not the same, you broke you ain't even got a pair of jeans
Hit the strip club can't make it rain like me yuh (Woah Woo)
Get some bread then we gon see
Que tu me decises a mi?! (What?!) (Yuh)
[Chorus: Apollo Gold]
f*ck that boy he snake (Yuh)
Rick Owens got lace (Of Course)
Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face
Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Rick!)
Run up a sack, I deposit at what at Chase (Cha-Ching)
You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah

[Verse 3: Apollo Gold]
Yuh, Uh
They stand on my money they not even tall as me, (Never)
I am so brolic yo girl she follow me, (*Kisses*)
Yuh, Yuh
We not on the same level even the blind can see
You little, you pus*y I'll stop you out in my tee
f*ck, What?!

[Chorus: Apollo Gold]
f*ck that boy he snake (Yuh)
Rick Owens got lace (Yuh)
Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face
Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Baap Baap)
Run up a sack, I deposit at what at Chase (Cha-Ching)
You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah
f*ck you
Woah, Woah
f*ck You
Yuh Yuh
[Verse 4: Desire]
I'm riding in a new Benz with the top down
She wanna f*ck with Lil KB
Tell a hood b*tch move around
The Glock on hip, I just bought a new zip
I'm really smoking out the pound
I told you once make the wrong move then you outta bounds
n*gga playing the hit, I been talking my sh*t
My diamonds gon hit me outta the mix
I ain't with that Lil sh*t, I just love sex with the coupe
Spend a few racks, Yeah I'm finna talk my Lil sh*t
b*tch I get higher than you
Took the roof outta coupe
Pass my b*tch the Glock
She not with the dude
I told my shooter in the booth
Bring in my young n*gga locked up he was blowing the flute