SLAINE - Snake And The Fatman lyrics

rate me

This here's the Snake and the fitta-fitta-Fatman

Bagging Gs for the bitta-bitta-Batman

We shoot the bullets to riddle your fitted cap, fam

We blam then we ghost in the tinted black van

Back at the bar sipping on a black and tan

You ain't a pusher man, you couldn't move a half a gram

You never heard of us? Yo you'd better ask your fam

This is Snake and the Fatman

It's Slaine and Jake, two fucking snakes in the grass

If dudes are sleeping, you's better wake em up fast

As a matter of fact I'm tired of being gracious to cats

You want to hate on me? Here I come hating you back

Got a cocaine habit and a case of the clap

Got a crew of maniacs who are wasted on Yak

With gats waiting to take you in the basement and back

Duct tape you while you mumbling, cut you while you stumbling

You know how I got my place on the map

And it wasn't from being a bitch and having patience for that

I rep the DMS squad and the Coka power

This is World War 2 and you are Okinawa

Fuck that, it's Hiroshima

Lucifer, no one more ferocious or

I mean Lucifer, yeah I got the noose for ya

It's great when they hate but still gotta get used to ya

Huh? Love and respect, just cut me the cheque

Whether it's bail money for G or letters to Touch

It's never enough amongst rebels and thugs

I'm levels above the

My steez and flow, even my clothes where aura gleam and glows

They just can't compare so they stand and stare

And it's damn unfair but that's the territory

Thankful for what's here before me

A bartender's baby, a drug dealer's son

Perfect combination, create the realest one

Burn herbs in conversation with your girl sipping rum

Stack my funds yo, I was moving dumb dro

When y'all was just moving peanuts like Dumbo

So when the push economy gets refunds low

I'm on my grind like a pimp with one ho