Lyrics No Snakey - D. Weathers feat. Battle Ry'lan

(Woo)
(I don't do friends with none of you ns, nah)
(I ain't doing friends with none of you ns)
(Facts)

I don't do friends, I don't do hoes, I don't do fakes (None of that shit)
It be ya dawg, that be a rat, that be a snake
Ns move wokie, all in they face (All in they what)
Ns will kill you (Kill you), don't make no mistakes (Glalll, glalll)
I don't do friends, I don't hoes, I don't do fakes (None of that shit)
It be ya bitch, line that ass up when she bent out of shape
You think that ya fuckin' everything great (Everything what)
Soon as you bustin' guns in ya face (Boom, boom)

It's a be whole different ball game with all these ns (All these ns)
Ns be sneaking all around trying be in ya business (Shhhhh)
The money you gettin' (Money you gettin') the money you flippin' (Money you flippin')
Watching the pockets on all of ya jeans like what is spending (What is you what?)
Every week new kicks new clothes new this new that
Designer belts rental cars rapper weed Diamonds on flash
All the money in these pictures, yeah gotta be something in stash
They see you eating all good and somehow that's making them mad
We in the trenches, I move with the pole when I hop car (I move with the pole)
Gotta stay with it a na look good in this Christian Dior (Gotta stay with it)
They wanna whispers cause they never get it but talk about yours
Stop actin tough my na you broke and ya pockets is soft (Ya pockets is soft, facts)

I don't do friends, I don't do hoes, I don't do fakes (None of that shit)
It be ya dawg, that be a rat, that be a snake (That be a what what)
Ns move wokie (Ns move wok) all in they face (All in they what)
Ns will kill you (Boom, boom) don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom)
I don't do friends, I don't hoes, I don't do fakes (None of that shit)
It be ya bitch, line that ass up when she bent out of shape (Bent out of shape)
You think that ya fuckin' everything great (Everything what)
Soon as you bustin' guns in ya face (Boom, boom)

I fell asleep in the trap
Laying on coke, we had it stuffed in the mattress
A glock 9 will make a na disappear, am shooting magic tricks
Stash the glizzy at my ex shorty crib, I call on my lil lady
I know where the keys at and they for 20 You couldnt pay me to tell you where at (Uh-huh)
My ns is stripped you ain't gotta send me the addy we already know where u at
And hazz is vicious with a gun like a rocket really to blast off (Glatlll)
And it don't look suspicious since COVID everybody got mask on (Mask on)
Gloves too if you ever tired to play me just know it's fuck you
I done robbed my man before he was outta line I heard he ratted (Fuck that na)
I done plotting on ns shift with a stick it ain't automatic (Uh-huh)
I told Rob you was suppose to been off parole you gotta realize your problem a habit
And we don't call clips around here dicks this a magazine I read ballistic (Boom)
Still getting high off the oils, I get a beep when it low like a read a dip stick
Yea it's hot out here (Yup)
N buying 9s I gotta pair
I told my moms I'll always protect her and for my moms I'll murda something
I was young upstairs trying to bag up coke and spelt it I hear her coming
I took off runnin' and ran head 1st into a fen I had to serve her something
N say am grimy cuz I don't fold like origami
I ain't no bitch its a dick in these eithas
With my hand on my pistol tucked, I really don't give a fuck I really don't (Boom Boom)

(Money you gettin' money you flippin')
(What is you what?)