Waka Flocka Flame — Snakes in the Grass

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Ay I’m like, make that fucker bark This gon' be hard Oh, that shit gon' be hard [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] They say Flocka tripping, shawty on that other shit I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Kris Kross, bitch I ain't gone cross over, ay, rap nigga, move over They say I ain't gone make it, so this year, I gotta show you Man, I'm known in the hood for making that fucker bark You know Flocka shoot first like John Starks 40 nights, 40 days, no Noah's ark If we was living in water, I'd be a shark I'm in the front, you in the back like Rosa Parks Got heart like Rosa Parks, ay, where the fuck to start? Don't got the gun, then I'ma use a dart I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci's Bart Bitch, we shooting over here, no martial arts Oh, okay, man I'm finna go in, man, real talk, man I got nigga knowledge, your girlfriend's pussy got hella mileage I’m a street nigga, so middle finger to the college [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich [Verse 2: Cartier Kitten] Cartier, no watch, so high that my ears pop Right here, where that Lear drop, hop out yeah, like, that's hot Now where the bread? I'ma need that, boo When it off the head, I'ma need like two Nigga rich, what that make you? I'ma trigger chick, my belt, my proof Now what you want? I'ma shut this down Niggas try to front like I don't run this town Niggas try to front like I don't wreck this shit Nigga, hide the blunt, I smell the piff While I'm tipping corners, I'm rolling with foreigners My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras Got bread to blow, got a mean sixteen Turn the camera on, I'ma rep my team I'm making hits, like, back to back Y'all cute and shit, y'all try to rap Get stupid, chick, how you trying to act I'm stupid rich, no platinum plaques I'm nigga rich, boy, what you rep? No nigga business, no nigga checks Cartier [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich