[Chorus]

[...]

Snakes on me I feel like I'm wearing Versace

That poison is fucking weak shit won't get me even high

I sat there in silence felt like I'll leave all of you go by

Cause when I backfire I hit like a joint that's rolled by me

EW !

[Verse]

Bitch I pop, mics drop

I smell ‘em smell ‘em like a pit

Lineup like pop- pop- pop!

My Glock bites hard on these motherfuckers that be lurkin’ vultures

Carried ‘em all on my back and shoulders

All I see now is that bag!

Troublе gon’ wait like kilos we gon' smoke ‘еm away like zeff

I been on babel tower aiming for the fucking top- top- top- top!

Light ‘em up like North star

In space how we don’t stop!

Raise that stick up bitch like "En Garde!"

All set, we pullin’ up fucking the concept

I don’t know’s the fucking project I give ‘em

When snakes be waitin’ on me to just drop- drop- drop- drop!

Ro- Ro- Roll ‘em up no coffin

I cremate I smoke their whole bodies!

I’m that kid, black backpack, no slack

We pull up the strap like on Mars Attack!

We pull up pu- pu- pu- pull up !

I’m that kid, new magic tricks up the sleeve

Bringin’ mist out your ears

Make a bitch disappear shit i wonder what happened to... what happened-, what happened to...

[Chorus]

[...]

Snakes on me I feel like I'm wearing Versace

That poison is fucking weak shit won't get me even high

I sat there in silence felt like I'll leave all of you go by

Cause when I backfire I hit like a joint that's rolled by-