Pastor Troy

"Snakes in the Grass"

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Ay I’m like, make that f*cker bark
This gon' be hard
Oh, that sh*t gon' be hard

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say Flocka tripping, shawty on that other sh*t
I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Kris Kross, b*tch
I ain't gone cross over, ay, rap n*gga, move over
They say I ain't gone make it, so this year, I gotta show you
Man, I'm known in the hood for making that f*cker bark
You know Flocka shoot first like John Starks
40 nights, 40 days, no Noah's ark
If we was living in water, I'd be a shark
I'm in the front, you in the back like Rosa Parks
Got heart like Rosa Parks, ay, where the f*ck to start?
Don't got the gun, then I'ma use a dart
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci's Bart
b*tch, we shooting over here, no martial arts
Oh, okay, man
I'm finna go in, man, real talk, man

I got n*gga knowledge, your girlfriend's pus*y got hella mileage
I’m a street n*gga, so middle finger to the college

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this sh*t
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the b*tch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for sh*t
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm n*gga rich
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this sh*t
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the b*tch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for sh*t
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm n*gga rich

[Verse 2: Cartier Kitten]
Cartier, no watch, so high that my ears pop
Right here, where that Lear drop, hop out yeah, like, that's hot
Now where the bread? I'ma need that, boo
When it off the head, I'ma need like two
n*gga rich, what that make you?
I'ma trigger chick, my belt, my proof
Now what you want? I'ma shut this down
n*ggas try to front like I don't run this town
n*ggas try to front like I don't wreck this sh*t
n*gga, hide the blunt, I smell the piff
While I'm tipping corners, I'm rolling with foreigners
My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras
Got bread to blow, got a mean sixteen
Turn the camera on, I'ma rep my team
I'm making hits, like, back to back
Y'all cute and sh*t, y'all try to rap
Get stupid, chick, how you trying to act
I'm stupid rich, no platinum plaques
I'm n*gga rich, boy, what you rep?
No n*gga business, no n*gga checks
Cartier

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this sh*t
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the b*tch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for sh*t
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm n*gga rich
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this sh*t
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the b*tch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for sh*t
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm n*gga rich

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