Jarren Benton Snakes In The Yard Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah (Hah)

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, snakes in the yard (Yeah)
How you say you day one but let hate fill your heart? (Hate)
Toast to my real niggas, pray for the squad (Salute)
And we don't f*ck with rats, we make 'em beg for the sharks

[Verse 1]
If you don't swim, you bound to drown, I know my grandma's smilin' down
She live in my lap, the pistol on me when I'm riding around (Brrt, brrt)
Never been a style for clowns (Uh), I never gave a pig a noun (Nah)
A person, place, a thing, we crack his wig and then we strip the crown
If you go plug designers, make 'em pay a fee (Pay 'em)
Fendi specs, laser on the TECs, we make 'em pay to breathe
It ain't over 'til that fat ho sing and I'ma play the keys (Yeah)
Life can be a bitch and then you dead, nigga, c'est la vie (Hah)
Yeah, Jesus piece, plain Jane (Uh-huh)
Click-clack, bang-bang, the bully bad, gang-gang
We ain't in the same lane (Uh-uh), I'm just tryna stay sane
Put this in the mix, so exquisite how he paint pain
Yeah, I see niggas turn to fiends
The Devil is a lie, don't let 'em kill your self esteem (Facts)
Invest that money wise instead of spending up that cream
I was destined to be great, I'm a descendant of a king, nigga (Hah)

[Chorus]
Snakes— Snakes in the yard
How you— How you say you day one, but let hate fill your heart? Toast— Toast to my real niggas, pray for the squad
And we don't f*ck with rats— don't f*ck with rats— Uh

[Verse 2]
I feel asleep again while I was praying, man
Pigs kick in doors with no warrants then they sprayin' (Brr)
I color out the line, bitch, ain't no boxes for these crayons (I'm different)
These niggas made up like Maybelline, these niggas Avon (Hah)
Apex predator, I'm not the one to prey on (Uh-uh)
Futuristic pistol, dawg, this shit look like a ray gun (Choo-choo)
Before the mink coat, nigga, I was always A1 (Yup)
And I don't talk to Jake, I don't care if he with State Farm (Hah)
They got your dog again on conspiracy, he didn't make bond (Nah)
You at the precinct, better pipe down and play dumb (Play dumb)
Or they gon' lock your ass up too, that's word to Akon
You niggas dick riders, got rappers balls on they tongue (Yeah)
Uh, I'm just living out my best
From the home of the Braves, but they f*ck with me out west (Facts)
Never sleep, they say that that's the first cousin of death
And they hate your melanin, they want to scrub it out your flesh (Brrt), uh

[Chorus]
Snakes— Snakes in the yard
How you— How you say you day one, but let hate fill your heart?
Toast— Toast to my real niggas, pray for the squad
And we don't f*ck with rats— don't f*ck with rats—