Serpents!

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm really sad now Aye, aye [Chorus] When it tingle my sense it ain't safe Snake slither I caught on their face Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain Fuck the neck, bitch, gimme that brain Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes Big crib shit gettin' misplaced Big dick shit gettin' rearranged She be singin' I call her T-Pain [Verse 1] Ballin' since 2016 My dollars in the locker room, bitch, it's Yao Ming (Ay, uh) My telly got the size to address elephants She suckin' on the carpet I call hеr Dyson We not the same you'rе standin' next to me All of you ho's need beta carotene You dead and drained, I change my batteries In all the pain, I fought the sin I blocked the demon, talked to him I walked again, I dropped again You missed the shot, I pulled the pin I pick your thoughts, I smell a bin You said you hot (Huh) Ice gonna melt before you globe trot Done humblin', bitch, I'll let the clothes dry +62, no it ain't a butt dial I'm the blueprint, I ain't worried if we both drop Your bitch in my crib sippin' bone broth [Bridge] Yeah, aye Yo, where's the door? Does anyone know where the fucking door is? (Argh) I ain't getting out of here, bro I've been tryna find my way out here Bro where you been I couldn't find you? I'm-I'm here I'm just tryna tell these people that I'm— [Verse 2] Back again, it's packed again My schedule and my stock of pens I never left, I wrote my fate You're ink is spent, let's not pretend My bone and skin I left in booth Your spine and soul has left the room I pop my shit, my colon punctured Hold the sides, hold the smiles Who am I? Your demise I been slimmin' for the cam It add some pounds and add that dollar Add the yen, and add the rupiah Word around town they tryna copy my business You can't even emulate a full sentence Take a lil' more than likin' photos on Pinterest Nobody imitatin' my ambition Everyone a fashion killa these days So fast walk around like they Virgil these days You been here what? You don't got what it takes I won't let that shit fly like a weather delay (Damn) Tell Sean did the script come in yet? (Did it come in Sean?) Tell the bro – that I want him on the remix I don't get flustered I don't get seasick Your time comin', but you ain't found a niche yet Hit 'em up when I pull up that pussy minerals I ain't Shinoda we never linkin' up (Yeah) I'm just tryna talk, lil' bitch, I'm outside [Chorus] When it tingle my sense it ain't safe Snake slither I caught on their face Couple long beats and y'all feelin' my pain Fuck the neck, bitch, gimme that brain Fuck the fake don't give me handshakes Big crib shit gettin' misplaced Big dick shit gettin' rearranged She be singin' I call her T-Pain