[Intro: Takeoff]
I see about time I need to cut my grass real real real low
Too many snakes in my motherfuckin' grass, man
I don't–, I don't–, I don't fuck with that
[Hook: Takeoff]
Gotta keep my glass cut low for them snakes
Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes
Fuck a bitch never cared about a bitch forgive me lord
Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes
Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes
Them motherfucking snakes, them motherfucking snakes
Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes
Gotta keep my grass cut low
Yo grass tall you can't see no mo
Gotta keep my grass cut low
Low low low
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Let me tell you 'bout them snakes, it was this nigga named George Lee
Had connects off in the city shipping work from overseas
Had a daughter, and a son, and a wife named Marie
Baddest bitch I ever seen, ass fat as Cherokee
George partner named Michael knew him since he was in diapers
They been getting money for years
Juugin', selling Betty Crocker
Just one night George leave hit a lick for a millie
Michael laughing grinning with him
George don't know Mike thinking about hitting him
In five minutes he gon' be dozin' off he gon be slippin' as fuck
Michael did a line to snort
George eyes shut
Michael slipped something in George's cup
That fucked his memory up
Gotta keep my grass cut low for them snakes
Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes
Gotta keep my grass cut low
Yo grass tall you can't see no mo
Gotta keep my grass cut low
Low low low
[Hook: Takeoff]
Gotta keep my glass cut low for them snakes
Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes
Fuck a bitch never cared about a bitch forgive me lord
Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes
Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes
Them motherfucking snakes, them motherfucking snakes
Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes
Gotta keep my grass cut low
Yo grass tall you can't see no more
Gotta keep my grass cut low
Low lo- low
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
It was these bitches named Christa and Ashley
Both of them hoes nasty and trashy
The whole hood smashed them
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[Hook: Takeoff]
Gotta keep my glass cut low for them snakes
Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes
Fuck a bitch never cared about a bitch forgive me lord
Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes
Gotta keep my glass low for them snakes
Them motherfucking snakes, them motherfucking snakes
Cut em, cut em, cut em, snakes
Gotta keep my grass cut low
Yo grass tall you can't see no mo
Gotta keep my grass cut low
Low low low
[Verse 3: Quavo]
Let me tell you the definition of a snake
They be the people that be smiling in your face
They be your best friend
They be your cousin
They be your family
They backstabbing you
I swear to God, they be your enemy, they don't love you
They try to take what you got, try to be you
That's why I keep my grass low so I can see through
My momma told me I was snaked when I was in middle school, yeah
Keep the snakes, out my face
I'ma make it to the top anyways
[Outro: Takeoff]
Snakes, snakes
Gotta keep my grass cut low
Your grass tall, you can't see no more
Gotta keep your grass cut low
Gotta keep grass cut low, low, low
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