SNAKE ft. Open4Two, Alan.0, Schwalnuts & DizDizaster Lyrics

Got a bad bitch, in the box, hold a snake

Wanna be my friend? Better stop, cause I'm fake

Got some bitches in my bed, and they keeping me awake

She don't like my music, all she listens to is Drake

Left foot, right foot, smoke until we dumb

She a hello kitty girl, and she chewing bubblegum

She a bad lil' Bitch, and she pouring up the rum

She a demon on the dick, even though her mom a nun

Got a bad bitch, in the box, hold a snake

Wanna be my friend? Better stop, cause I'm fake

Got some bitches in my bed, and they keeping me awake

She don't like my music, all she listens to is Drake

(Yuh) Don't you worry about me

I'm so bored, I do this shit for free

Now I'm back from the dead

So ya girl can gimme head

Now we headed to the top

Didn't need no glock

Don't need to shoot ya in the head

Imma just hit you wit' my mop

Gonna do a pill shot

Then shoot you in the face

Nobody gonna give a fuck

Cause you-a-god-damn-disgrace

Maybe, pop yo skull

Ima, pop yo bitch

She be callin' me a "misfit"

Cause I'm the only one to make her twitch

Make her twitch

With my dick

She my bitch

She so thick

I hit that real quick

Break her back, like a stick

Don't know what to do alright?

I just wanna fuck all night

All these bitches wanna bite

Can't think of anything, gonna go write

Aye get the fuck out my lane when I'm driving past

I been in my own lane, bitch I'm going fast

Always eating good, and I won't baby bird it back

Yeah my name be Nuts, but you're all up on my sack

Put a taki in my mouth, now the bitches flock to me

Open twitter now I think I need me a lobotomy

Bumping to the max, if you're not, then you oughta be

Banger like this so rare, an anomaly

Aye, catching bitches like they were some pokemon

Aye, feelings for the one with the choker on

Aye, now I got an emo girl texting me like "hey"

Feels like I been here before, wait

Snakes here

Ain't clear

Who I'm gonna trust here

Ugh, too generic

Compared it

Bewared it

No one's gonna care if I'm an emo boy

Takin pills, like poppin' joy

I'm just tryna make some noise

Sick of silence and the voices

It says I'm sick in the head

Loud steps, Sunday best, get up, get dressed

Ugh!

Bloodshot eyes, lookin' like I'm sky high

It feels useless to fight

Feels useless to die

Cry, why, buy, fly, suit and tie, lookin' real nice

Eyes in the sky, like watching a suicide

Brain's a haze

No sunny days

I burn it up, run it up, feel the pain

Bitches tellin' me I'm crazed

Feel like Patrick Bateman

Aye!