Gucci Snakes ft. CTB Bino Lyrics

Run it, run it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm rewindin' and shit

Niggas mad, they can't catch me, I be slidin

Veysetr

Told me run that shit right back

I'm rewindin' and shit

Niggas mad, they can't catch me, I be slidin' in this bitch

She like, Vey, why you do that? I be high up in this shit

I'm in my bag, gotta find it and shit

Niggas runnin' to the gram with all they beef, don't understand

Get up, Craig, be a man, use your hands

You ain't hard, lil' nigga, you a bitch, go take a stand

Nigga, I don't use my hands unless I'm thumbin' through the bands

Niggas said my shit was wack, guess he smokin' on K2

Bro, just give me the pack, I'm gon' do what I go do

Tears rollin' down my face, I'm used to pain, ain't nothin' new

I used to use the drugs for pain, but now it's really somethin' to do

Give me the drop, I'm pullin' up, got like two for you and you

Two-four in my pocket, Gucci snakes just to hide the blues

I ain't trippin' off no bitch like what she think she comin' through

Fuck them hatin' ass niggas talkin' shit up in my school

Tell them, hit me up right now, we can go, Band, for band

Aw, shit, I'm trippin', you don't got it on demand

High as fuck on this flight, thinkin', when am I gon' land

Bro betrayed me off the bars, tried to pass me a lil' zan

Told me, run that shit right back, I'm rewindin' and shit

Niggas mad, they can't catch me, I be slidin' in this bit

She like, Vey, why you do that? I be high up in this shit

I'm in my bag, gotta find it and shit

How We Gon' Play it?

Ayy, see, I'm different, so they gon' treat me like it

Cause I'm famous, .223's, mix it with the switch and make it dangerous

When I was fifteen, jumped off in that field just like Kane

Ayy, tied in, bitches on the floor with who I came in

Ayy, yeah, I love my chop, ayy, I love my Glock too

These shoes nine hundred, but I treat them like they worth two

I got rich nigga dreams, I can't be dealin' with no broke bitch

SRT straight off the lot and I'ma drive it like it's stolen

When my mans died, it was Marvin Gaye, let's get it on

When y'all mans died, y'all was in the booth makin' songs

Ayy, y'all ain't outside, y'all brother in that house Raven Simone

I'm Mr. How We Gon' Play it, so I can never play it wrong

I'm Mr. Slip it in, yo bitch drippin', I ain't lickin

Windows tinted on the whip, I'm goin' fast, fuck a ticket

See, I'm Mr. take yo bitch do his ass like Scottie Pippen

Put that ticket on his top and wonder why his man's missin

Told me run that shit right back, I'm rewindin' and shit

Niggas mad, they can't catch me, I be slidin' in this bitch

She like, Vey, why you do that? I be high up in this shit

I'm in my bag, got a find it and shit

I got a find it and shit, man

I got a find it and shit

I got my fucking bag, niggas hiding, man

I be high up in this shit, man, ayy, ayy

Veyster