2Gun Yvng - Snakes In The Lawn

I told you that he was a fake
I told you that he was a bum
I told you that he was a snake
I told you that nigga was broke
So he never be at the bank
And talking like he is a gangster
He tryna be what he ain't
I told you that he was a fake
I told you that he was a bum
I told you that he was a snake
I told you that nigga was broke
So he never be at the bank
And talking like he is a gangster
He tryna be what he ain't
That aint my real brother
He aint a real man
He stay with his girl mother
I know that he been through a lot and I hope that he still suffer
I know that my life is a bitch and nigga I still love her
Moved out the hood and I'm still gutter
Got locked I done fell wonder
Came home it was still summer
And I know for some that's a real bummer
Tool on me like a real plummer
That's a fact I used to deal butter
Got the nerve to call the next broke
When you ain't never seen real numbers
Heard a couple niggas that was gunning for me
Sucka niggas that was running from me
Be prepared if you coming for me
Probably fucked a couple hundred honeys
I remember days I was young and bummy
I can never see my young'n hungry
I'll starve to feed another tummy
Want a big house with a ton of money
People say they gon' pop on you
When you pop up, call the cops on you
Went to jail put a lock on you
Hope you see time like the watch on you
Giving info to the opps on you
Tryna help a nigga get the drop on you
Fuck them if they change spots on you
Gotta keep it cooking like the pots on you
I told you that he was a fake
I told you that he was a bum
I told you that he was a snake
I told you that nigga was broke
So he never be at the bank
And talking like he is a gangster
He tryna be what he ain't
I told you that he was a fake
I told you that he was a bum
I told you that he was a snake
I told you that nigga was broke
So he never be at the bank
And talking like he is a gangster
He tryna be what he ain't
He ain't no real nigga
When I see him I'm fucking him up
He just a little nigga
What, he think that he tough cause he been to jail nigga
Skin tone like niggas that work in the house but I'm in the field nigga
They know Ima slide I'm a shooter shorty I ride with them rulers
The nigga that try me is foolish, knocking him out of his Pumas
I feel like that guy I'm the coolest, stop with your lies and your rumors
My niggas they hopping out Ubers, we send them shots and manuever
He talking tough on my name but I know he actually shook
Don't step in the kitchen with Maine unless you can actually cook
How you a G but you running to 12 how do that actually look
Get the fuck off my line, go put a stat on the book
Now go and put that on the book in fact
Go read an actual book
I'm in the cut like a king
You think I'm in back of you rooks
You niggas be bluffing Im really a killer I run with some actual crooks
And we keep a pole like a fishing rod so don't be the catch on the hook
I told you that he was a fake
I told you that he was a bum
I told you that he was a snake
I told you that nigga was broke
So he never be at the bank
And talking like he is a gangster
He tryna be what he ain't
I told you that he was a fake
I told you that he was a bum
I told you that he was a snake
I told you that nigga was broke
So he never be at the bank
And talking like he is a gangster
He tryna be what he ain't

Written by:
Jermaine Watkins

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