Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snakey, artist - Izzie Gibbs.
Date of issue: 02.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Snakey |
Look at what I’ve become |
Look what you made me |
Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy |
She give me face, she’s facety |
Saviour, product of slavery |
Prayed up, protect my safety |
Can’t throw no shade or shade me |
Why are you so snakey? |
Look at what I’ve become |
Look what you made me |
Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy |
She give me face, she’s facety |
Saviour, product of slavery |
Prayed up, protect my safety |
Can’t throw no shade or shade me |
Why are you so snakey? |
Ugly but I’m not Hus |
I’m fuckery, I’m nuts |
Say they love me, that’s lies |
I won’t see them after they’re up |
The pressure took me by surprise |
Tell me, did you care once? |
Every time I want answers, they pass the buck |
It’s peak when I start to cuss |
Fuck these rappers and their fake wars |
I’ve got family members going straight corpse |
When you give, people take more |
Get to action 'cause I hate talk |
Said they’re on me, they ain’t sure |
Tryna get it for a great cause |
Pave ways and I break doors |
Escape Jakes and we break laws |
Back on a flex |
They thought I fell off and thought I was upset |
Bro you want a bet? |
I’m still with the set |
I chill in the trench |
Sipping this Henny 'cause all of these memories |
They’re hurting my head |
I can’t lie, shit’s getting me vexed |
Gotta pay bands for the style and flex |
Got a bad one and she like the sex |
True say man’s crud from young, been a threat |
Six foot three, how could I not take your girl? |
But I’ve got one, I don’t rate your girl |
It’s Gucci for her if it ain’t Chanel |
And she don’t want this D if it ain’t Israel’s |
She’s gotta hold this tail |
Godly flow, I drank from the holy grail |
They tried to send shots but they slowly failed |
Look at what I’ve become |
Look what you made me |
Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy |
She give me face, she’s facety |
Saviour, product of slavery |
Prayed up, protect my safety |
Can’t throw no shade or shade me |
Why are you so snakey? |
Look at what I’ve become |
Look what you made me |
Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy |
She give me face, she’s facety |
Saviour, product of slavery |
Prayed up, protect my safety |
Can’t throw no shade or shade me |
Why are you so snakey? |
Look at what I’ve become |
Look what you made me |
We’ve got packs like the eighties |
I pray we get home safely |
Smoke trees, I feel lazy |
Niggas hate way too much lately |
When you see Mase |
Then you see a Mercedes |
Or maybe a slider |
It’s the fact that I’m fire |
Bros in the back with a bag |
It’s a wap not a lighter |
When you arch like that I swear it gets tighter |
Her arse fat and I love vagina, I dive inside her |
I bust a nut and now I feel lighter |
And I’m still in the hood |
But every ting’s good |
Cah I’m a survivor |
Bully the ting |
I’m going in |
I’m with the mob |
When I’m stepping right in |
I know she like it and I’m on my ting |
One night with it, that’s hella piping |
Look at what I’ve become |
Look what you made me |
Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy |
She give me face, she’s facety |
Saviour, product of slavery |
Prayed up, protect my safety |
Can’t throw no shade or shade me |
Why are you so snakey? |
Look at what I’ve become |
Look what you made me |
Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy |
She give me face, she’s facety |
Saviour, product of slavery |
Prayed up, protect my safety |
Can’t throw no shade or shade me |
Why are you so snakey? |