Dead Snakes

uhhhuh) I was slow on the music had me to grind more quick to smash and dip a chick you’d actually die for peeped some snakes in the grass had to grab me a lawn mower left shawty on the blocklist couldn’t find the time for her red beams on glocks connect dem 4 like board games commit crimes with hooligans hoodies on in broad day caught a opp slippin he limpin pop slugs on park way shots to the left or the right now he looking the wrong way who said jay wasn’t lyrical? man they was lyin I Spit these words that be spiritual haters just cryin I bet these bullets they hitting u body just lyin you think ya chick loyal to I show her vv’s diamonds and I ahh put straps to the back of his head like fitted caps uppercut to ya chin before u talk I ain’t with the yap y’all can’t fight for a penny so you go and get ya straps but ain’t no rules to the hood so we steady going tic for tac slide the burner to my homie like it was a side peace ego so big for these dudes like a bear on its hign knees i got my cheddar these rats dead like chicken from Chinese