SNAKE IN THE GRASS - CORN SNAKE

Handle my pieces
Handle my business
I handle my business, I finish my sentence
I come to my house and I smoke me a blunt

This girl in my house, she doin' the dishes
She cookin' the chicken, she shakin' her butt
This is my song, play it back
He owe me money, where he at

Come and get the thang, fend the bangin
Creepin' up from the back
I don't have to sell rocks
It Gucci, yeah, stop

Pussy open up enclosure
Like a mailbox
I'm the one, I'm the bomb
You so dumb, stop playin

Here I come with a gun
Have some fun, start spreadin
Who am I? Who is you
You not me

23, P.O.P
F.Y.E
Hit your ass, I'll stomp this G
I will slap a bass

Make a trouble, then I'll pimp a beat
House full of swisher sweet
Rob your ass, trick or treat
Can't let this shit get to me

These niggas ain't shit to me
I'm tryin' to get wealthy
Before I turn 53
Drugs in my history

Depress, feelin' misery
If I ain't the one
Then I'm motherfuckin' finna be
I'm around Hennessy

Listenin' to the MPV
Play a fly and catch the beat
Real niggas from Tennessee
Collin Hall

It's a funky town
That's how it go down, nigga
It's Wall Street
I'ma handle my business

Okay, I will
Handle my business
Okay, I is
Handle my business

Handle my business
Handle my business
Handle my business
I'ma handle my business

Okay, I will
I'ma handle my business
Okay, I is
Handle my business

Handle my business
Handle my business
Handle my business
Handle your business

Don't let your business handle you
Murder the witness
Don't let the judge gamble you
Pay attention

Make a good decision
Now remember
Fuckin' hoes out the school in detention
Oh yeah, did I mention

Keep haters in the distance
Your girl thought it was rainin
On how I came through drippin
I got a down ass bitch

I would give her my kidney
On Halloween we do drugs
And dress up like Bobby and Whitney
I remember when

Comaine first got this sickness
Then get back out of jail
And I became a chemist
Flippin' weights

Acrobat style
I'm a gymnast
Knockin' niggas' teeth out
Like a crazy-ass dentist

Make the money, young nigga
Don't let that money make you
And watch that little money-hungry bitch
She will break you

And nigga, in your own neighborhood
They gon' hate you
But keep your head up, pimp
Don't let them take you

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Written by:
JAMAINE DRINKS

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