snakes in the grass

Yo, I see 'em smilin' in my face, but they hatin’ on the low, Talkin’ sweet, but they bitter — yeah, I already know. Fake friends in the wind, gotta let that fake blow, I’m a queen in my lane, watch me run my own show. (Hook) Snakes in the grass, I can hear 'em when they hiss, Tryna sip my shine, better get up out my mix. I don’t need no circle full of phonies and tricks, I’m a ride or die chick, cut 'em off real quick. Gold chains swingin’ while they plot in the shade, Jealous of the grind and the moves that I made. Tryna eat off my plate, nah — you too fake, I was loyal from the jump, now I’m pumpin’ my brakes. Lace up my Timbs, leave a hater in the past, Mirror on the wall, who the realest? I’ma ask. Me, myself, and I — yeah that’s my only clique, 'Cause loyalty's rare and these girls too slick. (Hook) Snakes in the grass, I can hear 'em when they hiss, Tryna sip my shine, better get up out my mix. I don’t need no circle full of phonies and tricks, I’m a ride or die chick, cut 'em off real quick. (Outro) I keep my head high, middle finger to the fake, I’ma boss, I’ma savage, make the whole ground shake. If you wasn't with me strugglin’, don’t come for the win, I’m a lone wolf queen, I don’t need fake friends.