Lex Luger - Snakes in the Gra** lyrics

[Intro] Aye I'm like, make that f**a bark, let's go yo heart Ohhh that sh** gone be hard [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] They say Flocka trippin' shawty on that other sh** I keep the crowd jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross, b**h I ain't gone cross over, ain't rap n***a move over They say I ain't gone make it so b**h, yeah I gotta show ya Man I'm on in the hood for makin' that f**a bark You know Flocka shoot first like John Stark Forty nights, forty 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, ay where the f** to start Don't got the gun then I'mma use a dart I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci Bart b**h we shootin' over here no martial arts Oh okay, man im finna go in man, real talk man I got n***a knowledge yo girlfriend p**y got hella mileage I'm a street n***a so middle finger to a college [Hook] (x2) They say snakes in the gra** so I'ma cut this sh**, Flocka All these girls want is cash so I can't trust the b**h, NO! 12, pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for sh**, Vroom I got cars, ice, and hoes shawty I'm n***a rich, woah [Verse 2: Cartier Kitten] Carti-er no watch So high that, my ears pop Right here, where that lear drop Hop out yeah, like thats hot Now where the bread, ima need that boo With it off the head, ima need like two n***a rich, what that make you Ima trigger chick, my belt my proof Now what you want, ima shut this down n***a try to front, like I dont run this town n***a try to front, like I dont wreck this sh** n***a hide the blunt, I smell the piff While im tip-pin corners, im rol-lin with foreigners My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras Got bread to blow, gotta mean 16 Turn the camera on, ima rep my team Im making hits like back to back Yall cute and sh**, y'all try to rap Get stupid chick, how you tryna act Im stupid rich, no platinum plaques Im n***a rich, boy what you rep No n***a business, no n***a checks Carti-er [Hook]