Snakes

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Loved&Lost
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm on my psychedelic thoughts, aye, aye
Coming from Chicago like another Bennett
I be on my work glow, I be on my grind though
I be on my Isagenix, I be going through them highs and lows
But keep my eyes unclosed cause as my clients know, I'm never soft (aye)
I don't wait up for no one who isn't focused, no shortcuts
Not even for those who I've Loved&Lost (aye, aye)
Keep the plans in motion, you flowing whichever way the wind flowing
Make sure we never cross (aye, aye)
Posing for the Gram, those stacks up in ya hand
Boy, you know you only ever fucking talk (aye, aye)
Snakes all in the grapevine, I ain't heard of you past state lines
You said you was boutta blow like eight times, so you 0 for 8, I'm
Always gonna be fucking faded, I'm
Probably lowkey the greatest, I'm
Fitting on everybody's playlist, I'm
Lowkey glad you didn't make it, damn
Knew this whole time you was faking, damn
They don't even know I'm the greatest, damn

[Bridge]
Aye, woah
Aye

[Chorus]
Snakes in the grass as I'm walking
Haters gonna hate, talkers keep on talking
None of it was luck, I ain't from Boston
Never heard of him since high school, I think we lost him
I be hitting licks more than often
Paper on my plate, saucers keep on saucing
Probably from Vegas, I stay all in
Remember what I Loved&Lost and the up the cost
These snakes and I don't ever cross

[Verse 2]
I just got em by a landslide
Built my whole motherfucking god damn brand like
I ain't ever seen a fucking red light
Boy got a bed light, I be on the red line
Got something to say? I couldn't care less
Last time I checked you was broke as fuck, and
Last time I checked you was down to fuck
What's the difference now that we're broken up?
Something just gave me the notion of
Not really wanting to sober up
Fifth time today that I packed a blunt
As well as hotboxing the Acura
Leaving residual, demons habitual
Peeping a snake, this shit is too typical
Ain't no way we let a fake ass bitch in our clique, no
All them motherfucking flakes, always trynna lie it off
Pussy rappers don't just fall off, motherfuckers dive off
SoundCloud rappers come up soft and then they all die soft
Pump should've listened to that 1985 song, woah
Always keep it real, that be on my mom's life, woah
Suburban kids round me act like they from the South Side, woah
I be on my come-up shit, it's fucking bout time, woah
Ground line, but when I look on either side I see there's

[Chorus]
Snakes in the grass as I'm walking
Haters gonna hate, talkers keep on talking
None of it was luck, I ain't from Boston
Never heard of him since high school, I think we lost him
I be hitting licks more than often
Paper on my plate, saucers keep on saucing
Probably from Vegas, I stay all in
Remember what I Loved&Lost and the up the cost
These snakes and I don't ever cross

[Outro]
Woah, aye, yuh, bitch
Woah, aye, yuh, bitch, bitch
Yuh, bitch, bitch
Aye, yuh, woah