SNAKES (feat. Sargent Plug) Video (MV)

YEAH WHAT
IN DAT TRUNCK MAKE IT THUMP
YEAH WHAT
IN DAT TRUNCK MAKE IT THUMP
WHAT YEAH
IN DAT TRUNCK MAKE IT JUMP

Yeah yeah yeah
We hadda spread out the word
Search from the sky like a bird
And got my bitch now
Took a sip down
Now my memory's muff*ckin blurred
My eyes are opened
Like I am the cure
F*ck what you heard
I let it simmer
Then I make it stir
That Pussy drown
He submerged
I already seen all of this from the third
I am so high off the earth
They all jus crowd and surround
I look at the ground
And I plug out the sound
Refuse to be stuck
In the herd like a sheep
I wanna go where I go
When I sleep
They in defeat
They on my meat
And the journey was steep
And I fell to my knees
But god brought me back to my feet
Bitch

Yeah
That pussy boy he a bitch
I can feel he finna switch
I'll get him gone
Like a blip in the glitch
Since I was one
I wanted it to be rich
Castin out spells like a witch
I had an itch to fur fill my niche
Wit a Richard Millie
On the top of my wrist
Prayin to god
Know he hearing my wish
Damn bitch what

Richard Millie twerk and dance
Take a flick
Versace linen
On my women
And my fit
I stayed determined
For my family
I won't quit
Ian going out like this
Won't submit

Yeah
Poppin off shots
Make it click
Never move wit out my stick
Or da cliq
Or else they gon put me in a pit
I'm a legit
Smokin that death
Know you smellin dat scent
Ain't takin shit back
Yeah I said what I meant
She grinding down
Shawty ain't need consent
I had sum days
Where I trapped in the rain
Just to pay off my muff*ckin rent
Smokin on dab
I said bring out the kit
Easin my mind
Be relaxing n shit
Stackin a brick
In tha back of the whip
Send out shots
Ain't no camera flicks
Make all the cappers
Go run the sticks
My gang gon tour
And sell out the six
Even my grandma
Said my flow was sick as a bitch
Yeah

Man, I'm back from this bitch
Ima teach you a lesson
How Sargent Plug became a lyrical legend
I teach you some lessons
About my confession
I'm full of aggression
Straps in my possession
It's my time to glow
As I'm hyping the shows
Ima sip on the low
With my motherf*cking Bros
It's my time to go as she giving me blow
She gonna touch on her toes
Then she gonna want some mo
Feeling fine feeling real feeling fresh Chicken boys in the booth
In a motherf*ckin Sesh
Got my lick back uh yeah
I ain't need to press
Got my bae on the call
Put my dick up in her chest
I'm a trained killa
It's gonna be a mess
Ima main villa
Let's put it to the test
I know I'm the best
You gonna stay in your nest
Got the strap on my hip
Like it's the wild west
50 cals 240's and a AT4
Me and gang bout to pull up
To your f*cking door
You don't want this shit
You don't want this war
Then after that we go f*ck your whore

Then we uh uh uh uh uh
Then we dash out
Then we uh uh uh uh uh
Then we cash out
Yeah we
Uh uh uh uh uh
Yeah we bang that shi
Then we uh uh uh uh uh
Then I bang that bitch
My roster number 427
Opp bout to go to Heaven
He gon dwell on it
His ass is shot with this Glock 11