[Intro: Sn8ke]

Yeah, Sn8ke (Phew, phew, phew)

Global, Frontline (Yeah)

Huh (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Sn8ke]

Got a bitch real bad, real thick (Real thick)

When I draw that fire, it's quick (It's quick; Smoke his ass)

Got a GLOCK 19 on my Rick (My Rick)

Can't fuck with these niggas, they bitches (Wait, wait, hold up, M)

Huh (Yeah), I'm really raised 'bout hittin' it ('Bout hittin' it)

Huh, popped me a motherfuckin' Tesla and motherfucker hittin', this shit Sonny Liston

Huh, I don't even park my ride (My ride)

My shooter, he bangin' the 5 (5)

I'm with a bitch, she got thick thighs (Thick thighs)

Totin' that glick, that shit on my side (That glick)

I'm in the mix, they know I'm that guy (Mix)

I mix the Tesla with drank and that 'za

Play with the gang and I bet you gon' die (Huh)

We in that bih, we might start up a riot (Yeah)

I'm with the mob (Mob)

Totin' that tool, now I feel like I'm Bob

Flexin' that shit, you gon' get your ass robbed (Flex)

I was takin' like that shit was my job (Bitch)

Chasin' paper, give a fuck 'bout a broad

I'm in New York, I feel like I'm in AWGE

Way I'm poppin', need to go on a blog

Free my twin, he still fightin' a charge

Still fightin' that case, runnin' to the bag but it ain't no race (Phew)

Banana clip on a brand new Drac' (Banana)

Niggas singin', yeah, they actin' like Drake (Bitch)

Huh, I've gotta load, well raised, gotta stick with the code (The code)

I've got shooters and they trained to go (To go)

Fuck a job, nigga cookin' some blow (Some blow)

[Interlude: Sn8ke, Destroy Lonely]

(Rich slime) Sn8ke (Global, never local)

Lil' money

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]

I've got a blunt in hand, I'll turn up your spot for a couple bands

She's tryna fuck my mans, shawty's chicken fried, we all off meds (Woah)

Pop the G6 just like pills, I'm way too geeked up, bitch, I can't even stand

I stay with the real, right 5, they might pop your top, they both from the land (Land)

I don't even do Xbox, I don't even do no games, lil' bitch, I ain't playin' (Playin')

I'm sorry I popped your thot, shawty got OD top, she a five-star thot (Woah-woah)

I'm 'boutta crack this seal, I'm sippin' on real deal drop, pink, Nicki Minaj (Woah)

I'm pullin' out foreigns, yeah, can't even fit my whips in my garage (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)

I'm ridin' with the soldiers, yeah, I thought I told you, bitch, I'm down with the mob (Woah)

I'm pourin' up sodas, yeah, my boy wants to fold you up, that's not my problem

I ain't even tryna be rude, I ain't nothin' like you dudes, I'm somethin' like God

I think I'm done with the fashion, I'm goin' Draco shoppin'

I think I'm done with the chat, if a nigga wanna say somethin', pop 'em (Shut the fuck up)

I don't even do no hoopin', good with the triple cross (Xan-xan)

Ain't gotta move a muscle, you know it's BM, Boss

[Outro: Destroy Lonely]

(Welcome to Clayton County a.k.a. Jurassic Park)

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