Hood Olympics!

[Intro]
(I really like to use cash)
Fuck the other side, man, I'm turnt nigga
Hold up

[Chorus]
Snakehead comin', I mean I'm bomin'
He got fifty rounds, no he got hunnids
Snakehead, oh he comin'
I mean he bummin, I got fifties, I got hunnids
My nigga's selling Dog Food but he ain't nothing like Ralo (Ralo)
They say they feel yo pain, but why yo ass got sorrow? (Sorrow)

[Verse]
On my dick, you ain't wanna help (Wanna help)
I was swimming in that pussy like Michael Phelps (Hold up)
She a long eared bitch, just like an elf
I feel like I'm grown and I fuck that hoe offa Keith Sweat
I give her the dick and then tried to break a fuckin' back
They said I'm a harder rapper, yes hoe, I do understand (Understand)
I'm just Snakehead tryna get these hunnids, tryna get a bag
Oh, they think that I'm a villain
I know that I'm promoting killing, trap shit (Trap shit)
Put him in a body, bet he dissed the clique (Dissed the clique)
I got whole fighting dog, Michael Vick (Michael Vick)
AR-15 and that bih' got monkey nuts in it (Bow)
And they got my boy greg seven years (Seven years)
Point Two of some cocaine, but fuck the system
And it hurt my heart to see my mama, see lil' nigga die
Now I feel like every nigga in Spartanburg, bruh, they gotta die
We gon' see who brought the pistol, we gon see who fuckin 'round
Everybody say they with the shit when everybody, they gotta fuckin' die
She said she see demons
She said she see Satan, I said I’m alive
Look at me in these red eyes and I can't help but get high
Ride me, notice me, love me (Do you love me?)
You say I be thuggin' like my buzzin' (Like my buzzin')
Oh get out the trap with all that cussin' (With all that cussin')
I'm tryna manage help, I gotta another move, I'm tryna say I'm bussin'
I got Russian bullets in this AR (Boom)
Lil hoe can't see me but that thang on Ray Charles
You smoke Swisher Sweets, I smoke Backwoods (Backwoods)
I got exotic weed, you got damn bug (Damn bug)

[Chorus]
Snakehead comin', I mean I'm bomin'
He got fifty rounds, no he got hunnids
Snakehead, oh he comin'
I mean he bummin, I got fifties, I got hunnids
My nigga's selling Dog Food but he ain't nothing like Ralo
They say they feel yo pain, but why yo' ass got sorrow?