Waka Flocka Flame - Snake In The Grass Lyrics

[** feat. Cartier Kitten:]


Chea man am like make the fucker bark (herps) da shit hard*
Flocka!!!
They say Flocka trippin shawty on that other shit
I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Chris Paul bitch
I ain't gonna cross over, so any rap nigga move over
They say I ain't gonna make it so bitch yeah I gotta show ya
An I'm known in the hood for making that f-ker bark
You know Flocka shoot first like John Star
40 nights , 40 days, no Noah's ark
If we was livin in water I'd be a shark
I'm in the front you in the back like Rosa Parks
Got heart like Rosa Parks, eyy where the fuck to start?
Don't gotta gun I'm a use a dart (bow)
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci barked
Bitch we shootin over here no martial art

I got nigga knowledge, your girlfriends pussy got hella mileage
I'ma street nigga so middle finger to a college

They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 pull up run back, I ain't goin to jail for shit
I got cars, ice and hoes shawty I'm nigga rich

They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 full of rhyme, I ain't go to jail for shit

I got cars, ice and hoes shawty I'm nigga rich

Cartier no watch so high, that my ears popped
Right here where that lear dropped, hopped 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
Nigga rich what that make you, I'm a trigger chick my
Belt my proof.

Now what you want I'mma shut this down, nigga try
To front like I don't run this town nigga try to front like
I don't work this shit shit. Nigga hit the blunt I smell the pigs.
While I'm tippin' corners I'm rollin with foreigners
My hoes be Brazilian Sicilian Honduras. Got bread to blow
Got a mean 16 turn the camera on let me rep my team
I'm makin hits like back to back ya'll cute n shit, ya'll try to rap.
Get stupid chick how u tryn'na act I'm stupid rich no platinum plaques.
I'm nigga rich boy what you rep
No nigga business No nigga checks.
Cartier!

They say snakes in the grass so I'ma cut this shit
All these girls want this cash so I can't trust a bitch
12 pull up run back, ain't goin to jail for shit
I got cars, ice and hoes shawty I'm nigga rich (2x)