Lyrics
Mmmm
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
I can see through all that snake shit
I need something else to drank bitch
You see my heart slowly sinking
I stand alone just trying to shake it, in the club can't get left naked
And you know damn well we been waiting
Posted in the 8 with the killers and them hammers bro
Yellaboy told me this the realist shit I ever wrote
Blackjack told me if you Love better keep her close
Can't ever fall out bout a bitch not with the fellas, No
Hoping out the foreign its big boy coupe
D be off a bean he that them blickas to
Known for holding mine don't know what niggas do
If I ever get caught lacking what the clique gon do
Block got a ding, we letting it ring
If I shoot then I wet GreenBeam
Been waiting on chances and chances again its time to put on for my team
Can't cancel a nigga who never adapted, it just wasn't fitting the scheme
Little less love make em do better, young boy get play like Hugh Hefner
J.P been telling me get my money if them folks knew better they'll do better
Get ya weight up they get jealous, money make em blind like helen
Niggas be swearing they be so gangster till they get in that room and start telling
And fuck them crackas who killing my people and label my uncle a felon
I can see through all that snake shit
I need something else to drank bitch
You see my heart slowly sinking
I stand alone just trying to shake it, in the club can't get left naked
And you know damn well we been waiting
Posted in the 8 with the killers and them hammers bro
Yellaboy told me this the realist shit I ever wrote
Blackjack told me if you Love better keep her close
Can't ever fall out bout a bitch not with the fellas, No
Shit get slimy every day I check my jam bra
Feeling sometimes I be mislead trying to stand up
Momma be saying see them crackas put yo hand up
But I even trine stop feet hit the gas, huh
Don't know how to act been on Act lately
They say they add up we subtract crazy
Break away from a job cause I don't need 9-5
Been smoking like I'm in the trap lately
Put away them cigars, we rolling them leafs and wraps as fat as a cat baby
F L TEEN I'm that baby, save that paper get racks baby
Ik some niggas that be hating get ya money up
We shoot below the chest ain't no need to get ya tummy tucked
.223 they rip you, niggas actin tough as us
Mmmmmmmm. we got send em up
I can see through all that snake shit
I need something else to drank bitch
You see my heart slowly sinking
I stand alone just trying to shake it, in the club can't get left naked
And you know damn well we been waiting.
Posted in the 8 with the killers and them hammers bro
Yellaboy told me this the realist shit I ever wrote
Blackjack told me if you Love better keep her close
Can't ever fall out bout a bitch not with the fellas, No
Writer(s): Rahym Lewis
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