Snake - Sauce Walka

Chamberlain, he’s got it

JRag on the beat

Drip

Ghetto Gospel, nigga

Shit, ooh-wee

Bitch, you a snake, anaconda

First I gave you my trust, when you gave me your word, then I gave you my honor

Should’ve known from that feeling I got from your eyes when you gave me your

number

Should’ve known that you just a square Betsy lil' bitch and you ain’t about

commas

Boy, you a ho like Madonna

A big boss on the 'Gram but we know in real life that you really a runner

You ain’t feedin' your fam, all your people ain’t straight, nigga,

how you one hundred?

Nigga, how you one hundred?

Nigga, how you a stunner?

nigga, what 'bout your mama?

How she still in that Honda?

How she still in the struggle?

Nigga, how could you spend sixty on a Patek but your baby in trouble?

You got beef with her mama, but your baby need dollars

But that’s not that kid’s problem

But he throwin' racks in Harlem

He out in Dreams, he ballin'

If he get a new number, he callin'

See your dick in these hoes is your problem

That’s why you ain’t got no way to solve it

'Stead of handlin' your business, you stallin'

Tryna get some new pussy, you childish

And these bitches no different, they make it no better

They fuckin' for followers instead of cheddar

You got a man on lock, sendin' you letters

But you all in VIP tryna get wet up

In my opinion the shit be a set-up

These bitches be loyal until they get head up

Say they want truth but they change when you tell 'em

At first she was gutter, she thought she was heaven

Until it’s one day she wake up lookin' seven

Bitch was supposed to be here 'round 9 but she didn’t make it up 'til by 11

You call her number and it got declined at least twenty times, now you know

it’s hectic

She sent a text in 'bout bein' neglected

Now she somewhere ain’t a scrub fuckin' naked