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letra de snakes - zotiyac

[intro]
real talk, i might not make it out won’t last
real talk, i see snakes up in the gr-ss
real talk, that spun 180 on that dash
real talk, i see snakes in the gr-ss
real talk, i might not make it out won’t last
real talk, i see snakes up in the gr-ss
real talk, that spun 180 on that dash
real talk, i see snakes in the gr-ss, aye
187 sh-t n-gga, free my n-gga heist, studio

[verse 1]
okay, i’ll do it 95’o 95
i want my one on one, i do not need my glock
pop one, pop two, then three, i don’t know how to stop
the witnesses do not exist, they not alive
talking ’bout cash, i’m talkin’ ’bout stocks
you talkin’ ’bout racks, i’m talkin’ ’bout guap
i’m talkin’ ’bout 20 years for right now
the decisions you make, go reflect that it count
count the amount, then double it out, a literal pound
we started it out with like less than a dollar, boy, f-ck what you found
runnin’ it down, i’m knocking sh-t down, i’m pushing that weight then i’m pushing that sound
i’ll push a f-ck n-gga right at at the town, got a 100 round drum and this b-tch gon get fed
under the bed, i’ll come for yo’ legs, get down on one knee, take one to the head
i own a few rings, but i’ll never be wet, fl!cking my wrist gon’ get caught in they sweat
enemy slippin’ they all can get wet, i pull out that b-tch like i’m walking a pet
prices go up when i walk on a jet, from 20k to 40k ’cause my neck
candy paint and maybe math for the fed
f-ck you mean i’m banking back if you press, if a n-gga think i ain’t on nothing, be blessed
’cause i’m coming at you, finna tattoo your chest
ohh, that boy broke his foot like that old carti run in the crib bodies jump, but ain’t no party
if i sh-t on you i am so sorry, body go fall out the air like he jeff hardy
your ho pop up early with no warning, but that b-tch never come late she got no tardy
she threw me that face at a show hardly, then she said we finna date i said oh, are we?
n-gga two gun at the buck, carti back a lil b-tch lose her breath like a asthmatic
she all on my pant like a crack addict, this sh-t a bad habit, no, i can not have it
that 40 on me i’ma cop back it, there ain’t no back tracking, i turn to -ss-ssin
i pull a night block, catch a opp like it, he catch a hot pocket, then we go drop, casket

[outro]
real talk, i might not make it out won’t last
real talk, i see snakes up in the gr-ss

- zotiyac

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