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    Yeah, my boy Pyrex in this motherfucker

    I was just thinkin' ’bout you
    Pop a Percocet, get higher than a kite
    Fuck your bitch, get her ass out of sight
    Came from the trenches, but I'm living nice
    Came for the riches, ain't got time to fight
    Came for your ho, she wan’ spend the night
    I ain't come alone, fire on my side
    No armor on, I'm not a knight
    Nigga too sharp, nigga need a knife
    Drink it out a juice, I don't need a Sprite
    Fuck 'em by the twos, they both tryna ride
    Then I ditch 'em both, I ain't even right
    Hightop Chanel, bitch, we drippin' right
    Young YSL, bitch, we livin’ life

    Snake, snake, snake, snake
    Snake, snake, snake, snake

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    I’m goin' right in
    And these pockets, I’m rising
    Just know that we tied in
    And that pussy, I dive right in
    Before the license, I was driving
    Set 'em up like a tent, finna get stretched
    Just like Grinch, takin' that shit
    When you get off the exit, you ain't get stretched
    We do it for

    Snake, snake, snake, snake
    Snake, snake, snake, snake

    They ain’t finna post
    I'm ballin', fuck a coach
    Flyin' private, not coach
    Run this shit, no Colts
    Diamonds real froze, nigga catch a cold
    Nigga slang the pole, do it for your bros
    He like to do it for the camera, we'll make you pose
    Get back scrambling, Michael Vick mode
    Aim, aim, drug pain
    Aim, aim, stay in your lane
    Do it for

    Snake, snake, snake, snake
    Snake, snake, snake, snake

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    Composición: Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Pyrexkdot y Keed

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