Snakes

[Intro: Khala & So Low]
Me and So Low run it up
Khala finna know
Running from the low
It was me and Khala
Running to the Guala
We do this shit like magic, we pull up and it’s like viola

[Verse 1: Khala]
They were hating on me yea
Now they all around me yea
They cannot backstab me yea
They turned into snakes yea
Acting like a fake yea
Phonies imma’ shake yea
Haters imma’ break yea
“Hiss Hiss” on me Snakes yea

Bitch don’t lie to me
Don’t stay beside of me
Just let me be me
Just me and my lonely
Just me and nobody
These niggas so phonie yea
They act like my homies yea
Fuck the phonies yea

I cannot fuck with the snakes yea
They just comin' here to take yea
Trynna come around me double-take yea
Now they acting different like a fake yea!
You just stabbed a knife into me
You just put it all through me
Opened my heart it’s a new me
It was my homie, that blew me

They gon stab me in the back now yea
Want me to suffer do it slow yea
People say I changed I don’t know yea
Want me to sink in the shallow yea
Gaza’s I cannot allow yea
Phonies always ciao yea
Shawty be my foe yea
Faking up the laugh yea
Skr I’m all about yea
Hatin’ on me now wow
They want me to fall down
Don’t call my cell phone
I’m don’t want that hoe yea
They want to me know yea
That I’m going down yea
Won’t allow myself to go down yea
Did this on my own yea
Did this all alone yea
My path is all solo

All my friends are dead to me
You are not a friend to me
You are now my enemy
You were never there for me
I don’t care what you say to me
Me and So Low run it up
Khala finna know
Running from the low

[Verse 2: So Low]
It was me and Khala
Runnin to the Guala
We do like magic, we pull up and it's like viola

Workin till the sun up
They all be like “wassup”
I don't wanna fuck with em’ cause they was hatin' on us (On us)
No l can't forget about then
Ain't nobody would believe in me yea (Believe in me yea)
I can't give a fuck about them, they was tryna switch up on me yea (Switch up on me yea)

They turned to backstabbing bitches because I was competition to em’
Now they gon hit me for some shit and I ain't listen to em’
Yea I know I was competition to em’
Yea They hate that I ain't fuckin’ listen to em’
They ain't been where imma’ go so l won't take they directions (They directions)
Getting money on my own yea they hating on me stressing (on me stressing)
Yea yea yea yea