Snakes in the Grass

[Intro] Aye I’m like, make that fucka bark, let's go yo heart Ohhh that shit gone be hard [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] They say Flocka trippin' shawty on that other shit I keep the crowd jumpin' like I'm Kriss Kross, bitch I ain't gone cross over, ain't rap nigga move over They say I ain't gone make it so bitch, yeah I gotta show ya Man I'm on in the hood for makin' that fucka bark You know Flocka shoot first like John Stark Forty nights, forty days no Noah's ark If we was livin' 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'mma use a dart I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci Bart Bitch we shootin' over here no martial arts Oh okay, man im finna go in man, real talk man I got nigga knowledge yo girlfriend pussy got hella mileage I’m a street nigga so middle finger to a college [Hook] (x2) They say snakes in the grass so I’ma cut this shit, Flocka All these girls want is cash so I can’t trust the bitch, NO! 12, pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit, Vroom I got cars, ice, and hoes shawty I'm nigga rich, woah [Verse 2: Cartier Kitten] Carti-er no watch So high that, my ears pop Right here, where that leer drop Hop out yeah, like thats hot Now where the bread, ima need that boo With it off the head, ima need like two Nigga rich, what that make you Ima trigger chick, my belt my proof Now what you want, ima shut this down Nigga try to front, like I dont run this town Nigga try to front, like I dont wreck this shit Nigga hide the blunt, I smell the piff While im tip-pin corners, im rol-lin with foreigners My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras Got bread to blow, gotta mean 16 Turn the camera on, ima rep my team Im making hits like back to back Yall cute and shit, y'all try to rap Get stupid chick, how you tryna act Im stupid rich, no platinum plaques Im nigga rich, boy what you rep No nigga business, no nigga checks Carti-er [Hook]