Handshakes with Snakes Lyrics

That's why I beat you the fuck up pussy boy
Stutterer
Pap
Who?
Pap
Who?

I walked in the club and knocked a lame off of his feet
The last time I seen him, he was on the floor, he was asleep
I heard he said he took my bitch, what's wrong with this creep?
How he gonna take something from me that belong to the streets?
He claimed he was a drug dealer who was selling coke
But Remy paid for all his battles, he was hella broke
She claimed that I was empty handed, a pathetic joke
I walk into the bank empty handed, leave with an envelope
Stay faithful in your marriage, that's the best approach
Cheating is like tug-of-war, you are just the rope
Was easy to put him to sleep, he was never woke
My right hand made him see stars, it's like a telescope
Where's your pride, nigga?
I heard of a proud side chick, but I never heard of a proud side nigga
Knocked out with twitches in his eyes
He said he was a side nigga, so I left him laying on his side
I stormed in that club and rained on you
Since you like hitting women, I had to show you a hurricane too
New York and Philly share similar weather
In the wintertime we all tuck guns in our leathers
We ain't see y'all in the flesh, but we grew up together
We watched the Philly spitters grow up in the DVD era
Yeah, we never seen you, I'ma do you one better
We never even heard of you, you a straight up pretender
Where was you back when Tech was battling Meek Mill?
With the nappy braids, him and Omelly was still skinny
Where was you during the era of Cicero and Quilly?
When they caught Joey Jihad slipping and he got dizzy?
Where was you when State Prop and Beanie was getting busy?
You ain't have no major figures like Dutch, Spade and Gilly
Seems like they tried to lift the city up, I mean really
Why you put the city down? You call it a Gunna City
You ain't really from Philly, silly, you from the outskirts
I exposed you, so now we can see you without your skirt
Stuck your nose in my business, now you gonna smell drama
Took the L from your jacket, I needed to spell llama
He always say he the algorithm
When I snuffed him, I just showed you what a beta gonna do when the alpha hit him
Woke up with a black eye, it started to cloud your vision
You couldn't go live cause the tooth in your mouth was missing
Tried to play Surf close, you was riding his wave
Without gun titles, you dead, I stand on your grave
That nigga Eazy ain't no captain, matter of fact, he a lame
Never trust a nigga with the word captain in his name, huh
Me and my niggas ride coupes, mean joints
59s on us, you would think you seen Royce
I ain't just put hands on you, I use these choice
I put hands and feet on you, Bruce Lee joints
Now I'm way up on the scorecard, you need points
Hit you with two clean joints
You smell like vomit cause you regurgitating lies
From a dish that you was served, from the kitchen of a Jezebel who kick you to the curb
Flashbacks of me knocking you out is getting on your nerve
How you mad at me because you got some shit that you deserved?
Gentrified neighborhoods of Brooklyn, visitors can swerve
Use your GPS, make sure you keep your distance from The Purge
Speech class, to speak is a privilege, privileges are earned
At 87, you was traumatized, your innocence was burned
Claiming calls to speech impediment, this is just absurd
If you seek intelligence, you can fix it cause you heard
To speak properly, you need to hear, be limited with words
Stop talking so damn much, if you listen, you can learn
You thought you was special, but this shit has been confirmed
It's just like a door knob, every nigga get a turn
Analyze things, don't listen to this guy
The only time he stutter is when he telling a lie
It might sound strange, so in case y'all wondering
He always lying, so he always dis-dis-stuttering
The letter you struggle with the most is W
That's why you can't never get a win, you terrible
God limited the things that a snake tongue can do
Pronunciation of certain words is what you struggle through
A pillow is on a bed to help you get comfortable
Not for pillow talking, you stupid motherfucker, you
Talk about me like you know me, how dumb are you?
Ain't you a grown ass man? How young are you?
You don't understand what a Jezebel woman do
Meet a new man, then tell lies on her other dude
Believe everything she said, "I'm done with you"
Then repeat it like it's the truth, you so gullible
You not a real artist, that's why your bars are recycled
Cause you supposed to recycle the garbage
My legacy is solidified, you can't harm it
I'm brutally honest
A while back, Remy took you to her family's crib, you was speaking all loud
Then she whispered to her fam, this shit is so foul
She said, "Don't get too cool with him, this nigga's a clown"
"I'm getting rid of him real soon, I just ain't figured out how"
Fuck Eazy the Block Captain, I think he should stop capping
I seen when he dropped, left him with cracked teeth that he got cracking
Philadelphia, certain things should just not happen
A varsity trench, Ripley's Believe It or Not jacket
Has so many different shades of green which is not matching
He should just stop rapping cause we couldn't stop laughing
He need to find a new lane cause his thing is just not fashion
Needed to stop, I left him sleeping in the spot napping
I reach for the Glock, deep in the seat of my crotch
Speed on the street of his block and D with the speed of Lamar Jackson
Morals and principles you don't understand
Cause you ain't ten toes down on the foot you stand
I would've kept it player with you cause you ain't my man
But where you fucked up, that was when you shook my hand
And stabbed me in the back, that was deceiving
When we shook hands, it was an unspoken agreement
You signed to Little Flip and Smack
But when we slapped five, you signed yet another contract
You shook my hand, I shook yours
But what you didn't realize, every finger had another clause
Pinky, look me in my eye if we converse
Ring finger, you around my family, don't violate
Middle finger, set what's up, yeah, I said what's up too
But if you ever cross the line, then you know it's fuck you
Index, I don't owe you, you don't owe shit to me
We could be fake cool as long as you don't trigger me
Thumb, I count my money with it, keep a mag on you
The thumb gonna be the same one to drop a bag on you

(Drop a bag on you)