Текст песни Gucci Snakes (feat. CTB Bino) - Veyster

Run it, run it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm rewindin' and shit
Niggas mad, they can't catch me, I be slidin
Veysetr

Told me run that shit right back
I'm rewindin' and shit
Niggas mad, they can't catch me, I be slidin' in this bitch
She like, Vey, why you do that? I be high up in this shit
I'm in my bag, gotta find it and shit

Niggas runnin' to the gram with all they beef, don't understand
Get up, Craig, be a man, use your hands
You ain't hard, lil' nigga, you a bitch, go take a stand
Nigga, I don't use my hands unless I'm thumbin' through the bands
Niggas said my shit was wack, guess he smokin' on K2
Bro, just give me the pack, I'm gon' do what I go do
Tears rollin' down my face, I'm used to pain, ain't nothin' new
I used to use the drugs for pain, but now it's really somethin' to do

Give me the drop, I'm pullin' up, got like two for you and you
Two-four in my pocket, Gucci snakes just to hide the blues
I ain't trippin' off no bitch like what she think she comin' through
Fuck them hatin' ass niggas talkin' shit up in my school
Tell them, hit me up right now, we can go, Band, for band
Aw, shit, I'm trippin', you don't got it on demand
High as fuck on this flight, thinkin', when am I gon' land
Bro betrayed me off the bars, tried to pass me a lil' zan

Told me, run that shit right back, I'm rewindin' and shit
Niggas mad, they can't catch me, I be slidin' in this bit
She like, Vey, why you do that? I be high up in this shit
I'm in my bag, gotta find it and shit

How We Gon' Play it?

Ayy, see, I'm different, so they gon' treat me like it
Cause I'm famous, .223's, mix it with the switch and make it dangerous
When I was fifteen, jumped off in that field just like Kane
Ayy, tied in, bitches on the floor with who I came in
Ayy, yeah, I love my chop, ayy, I love my Glock too
These shoes nine hundred, but I treat them like they worth two
I got rich nigga dreams, I can't be dealin' with no broke bitch
SRT straight off the lot and I'ma drive it like it's stolen
When my mans died, it was Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
When y'all mans died, y'all was in the booth makin' songs
Ayy, y'all ain't outside, y'all brother in that house Raven Simone
I'm Mr. How We Gon' Play it, so I can never play it wrong
I'm Mr. Slip it in, yo bitch drippin', I ain't lickin
Windows tinted on the whip, I'm goin' fast, fuck a ticket
See, I'm Mr. take yo bitch do his ass like Scottie Pippen
Put that ticket on his top and wonder why his man's missin

Told me run that shit right back, I'm rewindin' and shit
Niggas mad, they can't catch me, I be slidin' in this bitch
She like, Vey, why you do that? I be high up in this shit
I'm in my bag, got a find it and shit
I got a find it and shit, man
I got a find it and shit
I got my fucking bag, niggas hiding, man
I be high up in this shit, man, ayy, ayy
Veyster