Came from the trap so I ain't rappin' with these pussy niggas
Tryna get a hunnid with a stack, I ain't no rookie nigga
Flex with the money, then go like a F-Boy
Tryna get some money, put her head through the
Head board
Tryna get a Bentley, then slide, go
I'll f*ck the bitch and then slide, ghost
If you in the streets, then why the hell I ain't seen ya?
Put her on the syrup, I'm up on it like
Jemima
Aye, FIVESIX Spins, Stan
We'll take your bitch and make it weigh like a fan
Came from the bottom like rock, cool
I can't wife a bitch like I do,
Not
I make it sang like you love me, I don't use no pad
I'm runnin' shit like it's rugby
Choppa make a sound, told the bitch she can't love me
Run it to the top, won't stop, pockets chubby
Tell me what the hell you runnin' for?
Ain't nobody get it for you you're on your own
I just got the bag and now I'm needin' more
City on my back and I'ma show the soul
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Young lil' nigga ridin' on the interstate
I was outchea on my ass, but I had to get the cake
I gotta make the game shake, but, I don't want the steak
Lil' shorty got the head, told her ass, keep the eight
Young nigga off the porch, didn't even make the gate
Choppa can't be gay, cause he'll get a nigga straight
Said she wanna ride for me, told her I don't wanna skate
Everybody play for keeps, hell nah, I play for plates
Lil' shorty ain't prayin', but she wanna take a knee
I'ma hit the shorty, but I'ma pass, she a skee
Almost caught a gun charge, so I had to take the plea
Ain't no more free features, niggas gotta pay the fee
This snap shit, nigga, cause all I do is snap
F*cked the shorty, then I make her spread like a f*ckin' gap
How you outchea with no money f*ck, nigga, man, you cap
Me, QB, FIVESIX, on the f*ckin' map
Tell me what the hell you runnin' for?
Ain't nobody get it for you you're on your own
I just got the bag and now I'm needin' more
City on my back and I'ma show the soul
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Snapshit Video (MV)
Performed By: JunkYardBaby
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Jamier Adams, Stanley Francois, Eli Baez
JunkYardBaby - Snapshit Lyrics
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Came from the trap so I ain't rappin' with these pussy niggas
Tryna get a hunnid with a stack, I ain't no rookie nigga
Flex with the money, then go like a F-Boy
Tryna get some money, put her head through the
Head board
Tryna get a Bentley, then slide, go
I'll f*ck the bitch and then slide, ghost
If you in the streets, then why the hell I ain't seen ya?
Put her on the syrup, I'm up on it like
Jemima
Aye, FIVESIX Spins, Stan
We'll take your bitch and make it weigh like a fan
Came from the bottom like rock, cool
I can't wife a bitch like I do,
Not
I make it sang like you love me, I don't use no pad
I'm runnin' shit like it's rugby
Choppa make a sound, told the bitch she can't love me
Run it to the top, won't stop, pockets chubby
Tell me what the hell you runnin' for?
Ain't nobody get it for you you're on your own
I just got the bag and now I'm needin' more
City on my back and I'ma show the soul
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Young lil' nigga ridin' on the interstate
I was outchea on my ass, but I had to get the cake
I gotta make the game shake, but, I don't want the steak
Lil' shorty got the head, told her ass, keep the eight
Young nigga off the porch, didn't even make the gate
Choppa can't be gay, cause he'll get a nigga straight
Said she wanna ride for me, told her I don't wanna skate
Everybody play for keeps, hell nah, I play for plates
Lil' shorty ain't prayin', but she wanna take a knee
I'ma hit the shorty, but I'ma pass, she a skee
Almost caught a gun charge, so I had to take the plea
Ain't no more free features, niggas gotta pay the fee
This snap shit, nigga, cause all I do is snap
F*cked the shorty, then I make her spread like a f*ckin' gap
How you outchea with no money f*ck, nigga, man, you cap
Me, QB, FIVESIX, on the f*ckin' map
Tell me what the hell you runnin' for?
Ain't nobody get it for you you're on your own
I just got the bag and now I'm needin' more
City on my back and I'ma show the soul
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Tryna get a hunnid with a stack, I ain't no rookie nigga
Flex with the money, then go like a F-Boy
Tryna get some money, put her head through the
Head board
Tryna get a Bentley, then slide, go
I'll f*ck the bitch and then slide, ghost
If you in the streets, then why the hell I ain't seen ya?
Put her on the syrup, I'm up on it like
Jemima
Aye, FIVESIX Spins, Stan
We'll take your bitch and make it weigh like a fan
Came from the bottom like rock, cool
I can't wife a bitch like I do,
Not
I make it sang like you love me, I don't use no pad
I'm runnin' shit like it's rugby
Choppa make a sound, told the bitch she can't love me
Run it to the top, won't stop, pockets chubby
Tell me what the hell you runnin' for?
Ain't nobody get it for you you're on your own
I just got the bag and now I'm needin' more
City on my back and I'ma show the soul
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Young lil' nigga ridin' on the interstate
I was outchea on my ass, but I had to get the cake
I gotta make the game shake, but, I don't want the steak
Lil' shorty got the head, told her ass, keep the eight
Young nigga off the porch, didn't even make the gate
Choppa can't be gay, cause he'll get a nigga straight
Said she wanna ride for me, told her I don't wanna skate
Everybody play for keeps, hell nah, I play for plates
Lil' shorty ain't prayin', but she wanna take a knee
I'ma hit the shorty, but I'ma pass, she a skee
Almost caught a gun charge, so I had to take the plea
Ain't no more free features, niggas gotta pay the fee
This snap shit, nigga, cause all I do is snap
F*cked the shorty, then I make her spread like a f*ckin' gap
How you outchea with no money f*ck, nigga, man, you cap
Me, QB, FIVESIX, on the f*ckin' map
Tell me what the hell you runnin' for?
Ain't nobody get it for you you're on your own
I just got the bag and now I'm needin' more
City on my back and I'ma show the soul
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Stand back while I snap shit
Writer: Jamier Adams, Stanley Francois, Eli Baez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid