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Boy Runs With Snakes

 

Boy Runs With Snakes

(Album: Come Outside, We Not Gone Jump You - 2020)


Yeah, yeah, yeah

Where you dance at, girl?
Tryna throw these ends on you, yeah (Take it off)
Throw my last on you (Throw it up, throw it up)
Pull up with my yoots (Pull up, pull up)
At 'em, shoot my loot (Yeah)
Roll up in my whoop
Dolo in my whoop, yah

When yo shift end?
Baby, let's get shitfaced
Hit the road and make some mistakes
Niggas call me "boy runs with snakes"
Get the racks and make her heart break
Hit the pack and then my heart race
Yeah, the room keep spinning like roulette
Make her choke until she blue face

Yeah, I keep juice in a cup
I keep a lot on my plate
I don't get starstruck
Always run a lil late
'Cause I know niggas gon' wait
Know what she did last summer
I got the freak on tape
She told you she was gay
Don't give out my number
Niggas a waste
Always ask for favors
Grey leggings, I can read her lips
She say her coochie flavored, yeah
Bread in, help her count her tips
Bitch bought me Gucci blazer, young hot
Ooh, he keep that fire, that boy a hell-raiser
Mover, shaker, innovator
Take a bitch and renovate her, yeah
Send them packs in Winnebago, switch it up
Sing that shit, I'm fucking J-Lo
Beyoncé, I can see your fucking halo
Icy bitch, got Pisces bitch, I'm Galileo
Rally all my fucking kids
Put 'em on the playground
Fly her in, buss her down
Send her back on Greyhound
I created a fucking cult
I had niggas spellbound
Wanted me to buy her soul
Now she fucking hell-bound
Now she fucking hell-bound, yeah

Where you dance, girl? Tryna throw all these ends
Give you my last, take it outta my hand
Fuck this lil mask, tryna small all your glands
I don't give a fuck if them titties implants
Tryna throw my last on you, unload my past on you
Tell all my demons
I seen that ass on you
I couldn't pass on you

When yo shift end?
Baby, let's get shitfaced
Hit the road and make some mistakes
Niggas call me "boy runs with snakes"
Get the racks and make her heart break
Hit the pack and then my heart race
Yeah, the room keep spinning like roulette
But I'm still pouring up that D'USSÉ

Yeah, I keep juice in a cup
I keep a lot on my plate
I don't get starstruck
Always run a lil late
'Cause I know niggas gon' wait
Know what she did last summer
I got the freak on tape
She told you she was gay
Don't give out my number
Niggas a waste
Always ask for favors (Always ask for favors)

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