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slimesito & beezyb - snakes on the plane lyrics
[verse 1: slimesito]
i shoot for the gang
i’m throwin’ up gang
y’all n_ggas not gang
i let this sh_t bang bang
you know i’m shootin’ for stains
i’m c_ckin’ pistols back, you know i got aim
ain’t tryna politic, if you not in gang
i’m really blooded, i got snakes on the plane
we crossin’ n_ggas out, these n_ggas get flamed
i’m posted up, just rockin’ my chain
ratchet b_tch with me but she not my main
ain’t tryna politic, if you ain’t got stains
that n_gga tried me, so i let the sh_t rain
just a popped a n_gga, ’cause he tried to get some fame
all my n_ggas tryna go the same train
i’m smokin’ n_ggas, they get turned to a strain
i feel like rylo with them bricks on the plane
man, free my n_ggas, man, they stuck in them chains
i can’t trust a n_gga ’cause they move strange
just a popped a n_gga, yeah, i caught him from range
[verse 2: beezyb]
pull up and i’m shootin’ like dame
bullets broke his back, i’m feelin’ like bane
stick spittin’ fire out, like lucaine
keep the nine on me, bang dang
i ran off on your partner, that was a shame
i’m posted with junkies, they shootin’ they veins
100 shots, so ima make it rain
everything soo, we ain’t doin’ plane janes
everything new, i got it out the ‘cane
drugs comin’ in and we got our own strain
i’m still servin’ acid, like a n_gga reptile
i’ll up that stick and shot him in his bowel
that n_gga got smoked, we send him to the clouds
i got a young shooter, he don’t do it for clout
we water them bricks, ’til them b_tches sprout
we weighin’ up money, to a large amount
[verse 3: slimesito]
i’m servin’ them bricks and we in the south
hot boy, i just shoot up me a house
2 sticks, you finna see what i’m ’bout
shot his ass up now he havin’ clout
new trips, i got a nine and a forty
i trap out the country, now i feel like nore
you talkin’ bout bodies, that’s a ‘nother story
i’m rich slime, all my houses built like a core
been in the projects since i was a shorty
i’m trapped out, yeah, i’m always countin’ plata
i’m 50’d up, yeah, i keep it in my casa
these n_ggas fake plug, these n_ggas be out [?]
bad b_tch and that hoe trappin’ like [?]
man, free the whole gang, free my n_gga gwallah
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