Intro 
Yeah, my boy Pyrex in this motherfucker 

Verse 1 
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 

Chorus 
Snake, snake, snake, snake 
Snake, snake, snake, snake 

Verse 2 
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... 

Chorus 
Snake, snake, snake, snake 
Snake, snake, snake, snake 

Verse 3
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...

Chorus
Snake, snake, snake, snake
Snake, snake, snake, snake