| Yeah, my boy Pyrex in this motherfucker
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| I was just thinkin' 'bout you
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| Pop a Percocet, get higher than a kite
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| Fuck your bitch, get her ass out of sight
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| Came from the trenches, but I'm living nice
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| Came for the riches, ain't got time to fight
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| Came for your ho, she wan' spend the night
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| I ain't come alone, five on my side
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| No armor on, I'm not a knight
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| Nigga too sharp, nigga need a knife
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| Drink a lot of juice, I don't need a Sprite
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| Fuck 'em by the twos, they both tryna ride
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| Then I ditch 'em both, I ain't even right
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| Hightop Chanel, bitch, we drippin' right
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| Young YSL, bitch, we livin' life
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| Snake, snake, snake, snake
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| Snake, snake, snake, snake
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| I'm goin' right in
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| And these pockets, I'm rising
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| Just know that we tied in
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| And that pussy, I dive right in
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| Before the lessons, I was driving
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| Set 'em up like a tent, finna get stretched
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| Just like Grinch, takin' that shit
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| When you get off the exit, you ain't get stretched
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| We do it for
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| Snake, snake, snake, snake
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| Snake, snake, snake, snake
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| They ain't finna post
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| I'm ballin', fuck a coach
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| Flyin' private, not coach
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| Run this shit, no Colts
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| Diamonds real froze, nigga catch a cold
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| Nigga slang the pole, do it for your bros
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| He like to do it for the camera, we'll make you pose
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| And get back his grandma, Michael Vick mode
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| Aim, aim, drug pain
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| Aim, aim, stay in your lane
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| Do it for
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| Snake, snake, snake, snake
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| Snake, snake, snake, snake |