[Verse 1]

Bitch, I wanna count that paper

Your bitch has a spicy flavor

Track your ass down on my radar

Third eye shootin' a red laser

Twenty on my wrist, but I ain't rich yet

Fuck, aye

Henny for the pain, I numb my dumbass

Fuck, aye

12 Gauge on my hip I want some fun, aye

Okay

Neck on froze like Norway

Your bitch be like no way

You could write an essay

Just about me flexin'

Money ain't no lesson

Lowkey keep 'em guessin'

Tell your bitch that she can keep the change

I don't want no fakes in my lane

You're just the reason that I stay away

[Bridge]

Snakes in the grass

They the reason that I'm ridin' fast

Snakes in the grass

They the reason that I'm ridin' fast

Snakes in the grass

They the reason that I'm ridin' fast

Snakes in the grass

They the reason that I'm ridin' fast

Snakes in the grass

They the reason that I'm ridin' fast

Snakes in the grass

They the reason that I'm ridin' fast

I don't fuck with trust issues

You don't have no clue

What I'm gonna do

Or who you talkin' to

Before the depth, bitch

[Verse 2]

Blindfold, birdbox

Suicide, detox

Gotta live, get up

On your head, red dot

Trust issues, no luck

Full ammo, buck shot

Mental health equals wealth

Gotta go stealth

Gunslinger, Erron Black

Shoot the dirt, it got me sick

Wanna see a trick?

Rob yo bitch and go vanish

I don't need your shit

Hangin' with the dead

Turn this to a mess

Blood boutta splash