Snake - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, my boy Pyrex in this motherfucker

I was just thinkin' ’bout you

Pop a Percocet, get higher than a kite

Fuck your bitch, get her ass out of sight

Came from the trenches, but I'm living nice

Came for the riches, ain't got time to fight

Came for your ho, she wan’ spend the night

I ain't come alone, fire on my side

No armor on, I'm not a knight

Nigga too sharp, nigga need a knife

Drink it out a juice, I don't need a Sprite

Fuck 'em by the twos, they both tryna ride

Then I ditch 'em both, I ain't even right

Hightop Chanel, bitch, we drippin' right

Young YSL, bitch, we livin’ life

Snake, snake, snake, snake

I’m goin' right in

And these pockets, I’m rising

Just know that we tied in

And that pussy, I dive right in

Before the license, I was driving

Set 'em up like a tent, finna get stretched

Just like Grinch, takin' that shit

When you get off the exit, you ain't get stretched

We do it for...

Snake, snake, snake, snake

They ain’t finna post

I'm ballin', fuck a coach

Flyin' private, not coach

Run this shit, no Colts

Diamonds real froze, nigga catch a cold

Nigga slang the pole, do it for your bros

He like to do it for the camera, we'll make you pose

Get back scrambling, Michael Vick mode

Aim, aim, drug pain

Aim, aim, stay in your lane

Do it for...

Snake, snake, snake, snake