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Jace Iayze - Snake Lyrics

[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)
[Chorus: Apollo Gold]
Fuck that boy he snake (Yuh)
Rick Owens got lace (Of Course)
Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face
Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Rick!)
Run up a sack, I deposit at what at Chase (Cha-Ching)
You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah

[Verse 3: Apollo Gold]
Yuh, Uh
They stand on my money they not even tall as me, (Never)
I am so brolic yo girl she follow me, (*Kisses*)
Yuh, Yuh
We not on the same level even the blind can see
You little, you pussy I'll stop you out in my tee
Fuck, What?!

[Chorus: Apollo Gold]
Fuck that boy he snake (Yuh)
Rick Owens got lace (Yuh)
Mask on, Mask On you ain't see my face
Black boots on they won't leave a trace, (Baap Baap)
Run up a sack, I deposit at what at Chase (Cha-Ching)
You can't catch up, No you not a pace nah
Fuck you
Woah, Woah
Fuck You
Yuh Yuh
[Verse 4: Desire]
I'm riding in a new Benz with the top down
She wanna fuck with Lil KB
Tell a hood bitch move around
The Glock on hip, I just bought a new zip
I'm really smoking out the pound
I told you once make the wrong move then you outta bounds
Nigga playing the hit, I been talking my shit
My diamonds gon hit me outta the mix
I ain't with that Lil shit, I just love sex with the coupe
Spend a few racks, Yeah I'm finna talk my Lil shit
Bitch I get higher than you
Took the roof outta coupe
Pass my bitch the Glock
She not with the dude
I told my shooter in the booth
Bring in my young nigga locked up he was blowing the flute