Story of a Snake

Lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff] I see about time I need to cut my grass real real real low Too many snakes in my motherfuckin' grass, man I don't–, I don't–, I don't fuck with that [Hook: Takeoff] Gotta keep my glass cut low for them snakes Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes Fuck a bitch never cared about a bitch forgive me lord Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes Them motherfucking snakes, them motherfucking snakes Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes Gotta keep my grass cut low Yo grass tall you can't see no mo Gotta keep my grass cut low Low low low [Verse 1: Takeoff] Let me tell you 'bout them snakes, it was this nigga named George Lee Had connects off in the city shipping work from overseas Had a daughter, and a son, and a wife named Marie Baddest bitch I ever seen, ass fat as Cherokee George partner named Michael knew him since he was in diapers They been getting money for years Juugin', selling Betty Crocker Just one night George leave hit a lick for a millie Michael laughing grinning with him George don't know Mike thinking about hitting him In five minutes he gon' be dozin' off he gon be slippin' as fuck Michael did a line to snort George eyes shut Michael slipped something in George's cup That fucked his memory up Gotta keep my grass cut low for them snakes Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes Gotta keep my grass cut low Yo grass tall you can't see no mo Gotta keep my grass cut low Low low low [Hook: Takeoff] Gotta keep my glass cut low for them snakes Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes Fuck a bitch never cared about a bitch forgive me lord Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes Them motherfucking snakes, them motherfucking snakes Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes Gotta keep my grass cut low Yo grass tall you can't see no more Gotta keep my grass cut low Low low low [Verse 2: Takeoff] [Hook: Takeoff] Gotta keep my glass cut low for them snakes Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes Fuck a bitch never cared about a bitch forgive me lord Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes Them motherfucking snakes, them motherfucking snakes Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes Gotta keep my grass cut low Yo grass tall you can't see no mo Gotta keep my grass cut low Low low low [Verse 3: Quavo] Let me tell you the definition of a snake They be the people that be smiling in your face They be your best friend They be your cousin They be your family They backstabbing you I swear to God, they be your enemy, they don't love you They try to take what you got, try to be you That's why I keep my grass low so I can see through My momma told me I was snaked when I was in middle school, yeah Keep the snakes, out my face I'ma make it to the top anyways [Outro: Takeoff] Snakes, snakes Gotta keep my grass cut low Your grass tall, you can't see no more Gotta keep your grass cut low Gotta keep grass cut low, low, low