SNAKE!

By Apollo Gold

Released on January 7, 2022

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[Verse 1: Iayze]

How you ain't get no cash you lame

I know some niggas wanna eat off my plate

Play in that bitch and you ass getting bait nigga

That's why I can't hang with yah

And the XD 45 paint niggas

I shoot shit like I take pictures

In the double R and I'm lane switching

Bitch I'm in that Vette, Vette yeah

Ride with a Tek, Tek yeah

Got on Patek, Patek yeah

Shoot at the boy and he can't protect yeah

Hundred rounds he can't duck his head, yeah


[Chorus: Apollo Gold]

Fuck, Fuck that boy he snake (Woah)

Rick Owens got lace (Yuh Yuh)

Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face

Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Tuh Truh)

Run up a sack, I dеposit at Chase (Cha-Ching, Cha-Ching)

You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah (Nah)


[Verse 2: Apollo Gold]

Fuck you yuh (Uh)

I'm sick and tired of thеse peions (What?!)

Pussy ass rappers wanna be me I see em

Tryna dress like me, come talk like me, get hoes like me

Fuck you I'm never lacking keep a pole like me (Brahp)

We is not the same, you broke you ain't even got a pair of jeans

Hit the strip club can't make it rain like me yuh (Woah Woo)

Get some bread then we gon see

Que tu me decises a mi?! (What?!) (Yuh)


[Chorus: Apollo Gold]

Fuck that boy he snake (Yuh)

Rick Owens got lace (Of Course)

Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face

Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Rick!)

Run up a sack, I deposit at what at Chase (Cha-Ching)

You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah


[Verse 3: Apollo Gold]

Yuh, Uh

They stand on my money they not even tall as me, (Never)

I am so brolic yo girl she follow me, (*Kisses*)

Yuh, Yuh

We not on the same level even the blind can see

You little, you pussy I'll stop you out in my tee

Fuck, What?!


[Chorus: Apollo Gold]

Fuck that boy he snake (Yuh)

Rick Owens got lace (Yuh)

Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face

Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Baap Baap)

Run up a sack, I deposit at what at Chase (Cha-Ching)

You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah

Fuck you

Woah, Woah

Fuck You

Yuh Yuh


[Verse 4: Desire]

I'm riding in a new Benz with the top down

She wanna fuck with Lil KB

Tell a hood bitch move around

The Glock on hip, I just bought a new zip

I'm really smoking out the pound

I told you once make the wrong move then you outta bounds

Nigga playing the hit, I been talking my shit

My diamonds gon hit me outta the mix

I ain't with that Lil shit, I just love sex with the coupe

Spend a few racks, Yeah I'm finna talk my Lil shit

Bitch I get higher than you

Took the roof outta coupe

Pass my bitch the Glock

She not with the dude

I told my shooter in the booth

Bring in my young nigga locked up he was blowing the flute