Year of the Snake

Lyrics

[Intro] Ladies and gentleman, it is with great pleasure I welcome you to take part in the most important game of all time The classic game of ups and downs, snakes and ladders During play, you may meet other players They may common the form of friends, co-workers, classmates and in some instances even family members But you must not be mistaken, these people may not be who they say they are Every player's objectivе is to get to the top of the laddеr And as you slither your way to the top, beware that there's another snake behind you waiting to drag you back to the bottom I wish you all the best of luck on your way to the top of the ladder Some of you will not make it, let the games begin Mm-mm-mm Mm-mm (DT Beats) Mm, mm-mm I don't even know the difference Difference I don't even know the difference Mm, mm-mm-mm Mm, mm-mm-mm [Chorus] Say I'm trippin' Drug pack tippin' I been OT trippin' Nigga, that's just how I'm livin' Two birds up in my kitchen Twin Glocks can't tell the difference Bags on both of my bitches I-I-I don't even know the difference I'm slitherin' Up and down your grass, I got a trap house Lake Michigan I'm runnin' up all these digits Two birds up in my kitchen Twin Glocks can't tell the difference Bags on both of my bitches I-I-I don't even know the difference (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse] '25 is the Year of the Snake (Sss) No, we don't give, only just take Pop three Percs, two ounce the face Don't run, don't trip, tie up your lace R.O. might come shot off your face We might walk in, lock off the place Niggas know that we not stoppin' for jakes They say I'm trippin', I'm still in the trap Lil' bro got and he caught enough hats Gotta catch up, I don't got enough packs Fuck, I'm 'bout to go spin right back Fuck, I'm 'bout to go spin, Mike Jack' Run in your crib and kick off the latch Brodie got rich off fentanyl packs Me, I got rich off cocaine, crack Wish I can say that I got enough off rap Just real shit, nigga, I'm all in my bag And you know that I stay poppin' the tag Walk out the house, thirty shots in the mag' Walk out the house, thirty racks in the bag Woah, I'm 'bout to hit the mall, go cash Woah, shawty got a real nice ass Woah, I think I'ma hit from the back Woah, these niggas can't stop my cash flow Have you ever cut no pack? No He was just sittin' in the back, no And I got a bitch so bad, woah I'm tryna make a mill' by May, woah Gettin' money day-by-day, woah Lucky draw for the Day-Date, woah You niggas can't match my pace, no Double cross, I ain't [?] cause he thought I was slow [Chorus] Say I'm trippin' Drug pack tippin' I been OT trippin' Nigga, that's just how I'm livin' T-t-two birds up in my kitchen Twin Glocks can't tell the difference Bags on both of my bitches I don't even know the difference (Uh, uh, uh) [Outro] Say I'm trippin' Drug pack tippin' I been OT trippin' Nigga, that's just how I'm livin' T-t-two birds up in my kitchen Twin Glocks can't tell the difference Bags on both of my bitches I don't even know the difference