zeah - Snake

They don't know I got mixed personalities
They don't know what I'm thinking inside of me
People tell me they wanna be just like me
But I would only show that good side of me
I'm sick and tired of the old me, What's my future like? show me
Am I still laying lowkey? Or does everybody know me?
In the club is where I be, got my drink and pre-roll weed
Come outside and smoke with me, Watch me pull this I'm a fiend
Why you telling everyone about my mental?
I told you all of that was all confidential
You keep snitching telling everyone like Randall
Posted on your gram
You're a snake god damn, Beaking to your fans
Who'd knew you'd be cold, like the 514
You're a snake god damn, Beaking to your fans
Who'd knew you'd be cold, like the 514
In my living room, I'm all alone
My best friend went ghost not coming home
People unreliable I do it on my own
Kick it on my ones so no one call my phone
Cause I'm in my zone
I'm going airplane mode all my plans got postponed
I kick it back at my crib, it's time to be myself
Just got back from SQDC how I smell?
I ain't let a bitch finna control me
Chacing that bag you might call me Kobe
Living my life I be my own me
Capping too much he a Lil phony
I need a shorty like Bonnie & Clyde
Ask why I'm single, I specify
People don't like a Gemini
People too quick to Justify
Why you telling everyone about my mental?
I told you all of that was all confidential
You keep snitching telling everyone like Randall
Posted on your gram
You're a snake god damn, Beaking to your fans
Who'd knew you'd be cold, like the 514
You're a snake god damn, Beaking to your fans
Who'd knew you'd be cold, like the 514
Got new drip for the brand new season
Ima go and light another J for no reason
People tryna tell me how to move, but I'm moving at my own pace
Pockets too full Ricky Rosay
Can't trick me, can't finesse a kawaller
You smoke oregano, my kush stronger
Hit this shit I hit that proper
I'm Ugly God I drip like water
It's ya boy DZ in the cut, I been rolling backwoods so you know what's up
I been killing this shit, I ain't breaking no sweat
Hopped in a jet corvette corvette
Three on my head, all we get is W's
Dunking on these bitches so call me Dunkaroo
All these hoes play too much but that's nothing new
You a two faced bitch that's why I don't fuck with you
I keep smoking I go numb
I keep drinking I go dumb
Smoking this blunt now I'm high as a hill
Shot of my Henny cause I'm tryna chill
I'm going down like a dose of NyQuil
Why you telling everyone about my mental?
I told you all of that was all confidential
You keep snitching telling everyone like Randall
Posted on your gram
You're a snake god damn, Beaking to your fans
Who'd knew you'd be cold, like the 514
You're a snake god damn, Beaking to your fans
Who'd knew you'd be cold, like the 514

Written by:
Daniel Zea

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