Snakes in the Grass Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Cartier Kitten)
"Snakes in the Grass" by Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Cartier Kitten), released in 2023, is a #HipHop track addressing themes of betrayal and deception in relationships. The lyrics emphasize vigilance against fake friends and hidden threats. Unique elements include heavy beats and catchy hooks, reflecting the genre's energetic style. Its cultural impact resonates with listeners navigating trust in social circles.
[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Ay I’m like, make that fucker bark
This gon' be hard
Oh, that shit gon' be hard
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say Flocka tripping, shawty on that other shit
I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Kris Kross, bitch
I ain't gone cross over, ay, rap nigga, move over
They say I ain't gone make it, so this year, I gotta show you
Man, I'm known in the hood for making that fucker bark
You know Flocka shoot first like John Starks
40 nights, 40 days, no Noah's ark
If we was living in water, I'd be a shark
I'm in the front, you in the back like Rosa Parks
Got heart like Rosa Parks, ay, where the fuck to start?
Don't got the gun, then I'ma use a dart
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci's Bart
Bitch, we shooting over here, no martial arts
Oh, okay, man
I'm finna go in, man, real talk, man
I got nigga knowledge, your girlfriend's pussy got hella mileage
I’m a street nigga, so middle finger to the college
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go 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 is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich
Ay I’m like, make that fucker bark
This gon' be hard
Oh, that shit gon' be hard
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say Flocka tripping, shawty on that other shit
I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Kris Kross, bitch
I ain't gone cross over, ay, rap nigga, move over
They say I ain't gone make it, so this year, I gotta show you
Man, I'm known in the hood for making that fucker bark
You know Flocka shoot first like John Starks
40 nights, 40 days, no Noah's ark
If we was living in water, I'd be a shark
I'm in the front, you in the back like Rosa Parks
Got heart like Rosa Parks, ay, where the fuck to start?
Don't got the gun, then I'ma use a dart
I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci's Bart
Bitch, we shooting over here, no martial arts
Oh, okay, man
I'm finna go in, man, real talk, man
I got nigga knowledge, your girlfriend's pussy got hella mileage
I’m a street nigga, so middle finger to the college
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit
All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go 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 is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch
12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit
I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich
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