Snakes On The Plane

Lyrics

[Intro: Slimesito] Blatt, blatt (Chapo) Aye [Verse 1: Slimesito] I shoot for the gang I'm throwin' up gang Y'all niggas not gang I let this shit bang bang You know I'm shootin' for stains I'm cockin' pistols back, you know I got aim Ain't tryna politic, if you not in gang I'm really blooded, I got Snakes On The Plane We crossin' niggas out, these niggas get flamed I'm posted in the 'jects, I'm rockin' my chain Ratchet bitch with me but she not my main Ain't tryna politic if you ain't got stains That nigga tried me so I let the shit rain Just a popped a nigga 'cause he tried to get some fame (Blatt, blatt!) All my niggas trained to go, they [?] I'm smokin' niggas, they get turned to a strain I feel like Rylo with them bricks on the plane Man, free my niggas, man, they stuck in them chains I can't trust a nigga 'cause they move strange Just a popped a nigga, yeah, I caught him from range (Blatt, blatt!) [Verse 2: BeezyB] Pull up and I'm shootin' like Dame Bullets broke his back, I'm feelin' like Bane Stick spittin' fire out like Lucaine Keep the nine on me, bang dang I ran off on your partner, that was a shame I'm posted with junkies, they shootin' they veins 100 shots so I'ma make it rain Everything suwoop, we ain't doin' plane janes Everything new, I got it out the 'cane Drugs comin' in and we got our own strain I'm still servin' acid like a nigga reptile I'll up that stick and shot him in his bowel That nigga got smoked, we send him to the clouds I got a young shooter, he don't do it for clout We water them bricks 'til them bitches sprout We weighin' up money to a large amount [Verse 3: Slimesito] I'm servin' them bricks and they in the south Hot boy, I just might shoot up yo house Two sticks, you finna see what I'm 'bout I shot his ass up now he havin' clout (Blatt, blatt!) Two trips, I got a nine and a forty I trap out the country, now I feel like Nore You talkin' bout bodies, that's another story I'm Rich Slime, all my houses built like a core Been in the projects since I was a shorty I'm trapped out, yeah, I'm always countin' plata I'm 50'd up, yeah, I keep it in my casa These niggas fake plug, these niggas be out [?] Bad bitch and that hoe trappin' like [?] Man, free the whole gang, free my nigga Gwaluh