
SNAKE! Apollo Gold (Ft. Desire (Rapper) & Jace! (iayze))
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[Verse 1: Iayze]
How you ain't get no cash you lame
I know some niggas wanna eat off my plate
Play in that bitch and you ass getting bait nigga
That's why I can't hang with yah
And the XD 45 paint niggas
I shoot shit like I take pictures
In the double R and I'm lane switching
Bitch I'm in that Vette, Vette yeah
Ride with a Tek, Tek yeah
Got on Patek, Patek yeah
Shoot at the boy and he can't protect yeah
Hundred rounds he can't duck his head, yeah
[Chorus: Apollo Gold]
Fuck, Fuck that boy he snake (Woah)
Rick Owens got lace (Yuh Yuh)
Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face
Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Tuh Truh)
Run up a sack, I dеposit at Chase (Cha-Ching, Cha-Ching)
You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah (Nah)
[Verse 2: Apollo Gold]
Fuck you yuh (Uh)
I'm sick and tired of thеse peions (What?!)
Pussy ass rappers wanna be me I see em
Tryna dress like me, come talk like me, get hoes like me
Fuck you I'm never lacking keep a pole like me (Brahp)
We is not the same, you broke you ain't even got a pair of jeans
Hit the strip club can't make it rain like me yuh (Woah Woo)
Get some bread then we gon see
Que tu me decises a mi?! (What?!) (Yuh)
How you ain't get no cash you lame
I know some niggas wanna eat off my plate
Play in that bitch and you ass getting bait nigga
That's why I can't hang with yah
And the XD 45 paint niggas
I shoot shit like I take pictures
In the double R and I'm lane switching
Bitch I'm in that Vette, Vette yeah
Ride with a Tek, Tek yeah
Got on Patek, Patek yeah
Shoot at the boy and he can't protect yeah
Hundred rounds he can't duck his head, yeah
[Chorus: Apollo Gold]
Fuck, Fuck that boy he snake (Woah)
Rick Owens got lace (Yuh Yuh)
Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face
Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Tuh Truh)
Run up a sack, I dеposit at Chase (Cha-Ching, Cha-Ching)
You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah (Nah)
[Verse 2: Apollo Gold]
Fuck you yuh (Uh)
I'm sick and tired of thеse peions (What?!)
Pussy ass rappers wanna be me I see em
Tryna dress like me, come talk like me, get hoes like me
Fuck you I'm never lacking keep a pole like me (Brahp)
We is not the same, you broke you ain't even got a pair of jeans
Hit the strip club can't make it rain like me yuh (Woah Woo)
Get some bread then we gon see
Que tu me decises a mi?! (What?!) (Yuh)
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