Snap It - Remix
DT5 on the beat
Senseii
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Beat this mash like I beat-
Real rider, let it ring like Lyca (glee)
Love skii, deep to the death
Yes, really a fuckin' striker (striker)
Drop over 60 racks on my chain
I'd do another 50 to watch, insane (brr)
It's hot, but we make it rain
Since shh got bunned, he ain't been the same (ha)
We done man in the chest and head
Suwoo, leave it red
Jump off bikes, drill confirmed (nah)
Switch location, burn that ped (muh)
She wanna fuck 'cah my diamond's buss
Tell her, "Don't buss it," I only want neck (brr)
Remember when I got the 3-2 from Tottenham?
But never once had the kid met Wretch (muh)
Do him up nicely, gang too shiesty
Cool kid, bankroll, everything pricy
Bring the smoke out, heatwave like Wiley
I ain't Dej Loaf, fuck boy, come try me
Tryna do man like bro done Sav
Who's that? Ay, spin it, shoot (muh)
Yo, yo, B, ay, bro, she cute
If I don't jeet, I'ma give it to you
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
How many got floored on-
My eyes seen too much blood and gore (ching, ching)
You know the procedure, pop them doors
Swing- and send my man to the- (gang)
Them man just sheep like Shaun
They run in the flock, we back (bow)
No food fight, man grippin' the-
If you throw-, I throw back
Just back my- can get- Broadday-
Been verified, that we are both- (that's right)
Drilled on them, and them, and them
Man still ain't been touched, come get me (come get me)
I got habibti givin' out Madax (woo)
Got my white ting givin' out necky
He got done in his neck, neck, neck
And he got some in the belly (ah)
Look at my streak, his head, head
Think I was Wayne how I love hit headies (ching)
Got nuttin' but dick for a jezzy
Doggy her up and back to the reddies
He got done in his-
Then he got put on a-
For Macavelly
Who's next? Come test me (gang)
Two in a dots, I'm steady (ready)
Close one eye like Fetty
I slapped one yute, tryna get some brekky (bap)
Chest shot, his friend done leggy
Free-, put his friend on telly (haha)
Now, they both can't put dick in a jezzy
Three dot-dots and a freestyle ride
Let me call them, "Ed, Edd n' Eddy"
Always been a slider, never been a hider
Caught-, showed him what my knife does (ching)
Saw-, he didn't even sight us
High bruss, splashed him, he left his sliders (don't run)
Back to the car, can't say who was drivin'
Just know it was perfect timin' (woo)
Like-, when he got his fryin'
Free-, he was ready on binings
Mask on, it's Shiesty season (Shiesty)
Trust me, I wouldn't wanna be him
Took a 20 off- 'cah his brother's upset
Get it back in blood you eediat
I won't lie, I don't know the feelin'
When you're warin' and your friend just leavin'
But Peeler must know the feelin'
'Cause he tried snake me, but got left bleedin' (ching)
I got my black ting givin' out necky
She wants a Siraq SG for brekky (brekky)
Take them bricks how we take them lives
Ain't dug no points, but the opps dug plenty (plenty, plenty)
Chest shot gang can't go for a leggy
But free-, still put him on telly (free him up)
Heard a young boy's wearin' vest right now
So Sav just aim for a headie (head)
We really makin' opp boys famous
How many face we put on telly? (How many?)
Shotty come long like-
Snap it, stuff it, slap it, I'm baffin' plenty (bap)
15 racks can't fit in no pockets
Strix on the glizzy, not a pocket rocket
He got done in his neck, chest, back
Civilians screamin', "Stop it!"
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Senseii
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Beat this mash like I beat-
Real rider, let it ring like Lyca (glee)
Love skii, deep to the death
Yes, really a fuckin' striker (striker)
Drop over 60 racks on my chain
I'd do another 50 to watch, insane (brr)
It's hot, but we make it rain
Since shh got bunned, he ain't been the same (ha)
We done man in the chest and head
Suwoo, leave it red
Jump off bikes, drill confirmed (nah)
Switch location, burn that ped (muh)
She wanna fuck 'cah my diamond's buss
Tell her, "Don't buss it," I only want neck (brr)
Remember when I got the 3-2 from Tottenham?
But never once had the kid met Wretch (muh)
Do him up nicely, gang too shiesty
Cool kid, bankroll, everything pricy
Bring the smoke out, heatwave like Wiley
I ain't Dej Loaf, fuck boy, come try me
Tryna do man like bro done Sav
Who's that? Ay, spin it, shoot (muh)
Yo, yo, B, ay, bro, she cute
If I don't jeet, I'ma give it to you
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
How many got floored on-
My eyes seen too much blood and gore (ching, ching)
You know the procedure, pop them doors
Swing- and send my man to the- (gang)
Them man just sheep like Shaun
They run in the flock, we back (bow)
No food fight, man grippin' the-
If you throw-, I throw back
Just back my- can get- Broadday-
Been verified, that we are both- (that's right)
Drilled on them, and them, and them
Man still ain't been touched, come get me (come get me)
I got habibti givin' out Madax (woo)
Got my white ting givin' out necky
He got done in his neck, neck, neck
And he got some in the belly (ah)
Look at my streak, his head, head
Think I was Wayne how I love hit headies (ching)
Got nuttin' but dick for a jezzy
Doggy her up and back to the reddies
He got done in his-
Then he got put on a-
For Macavelly
Who's next? Come test me (gang)
Two in a dots, I'm steady (ready)
Close one eye like Fetty
I slapped one yute, tryna get some brekky (bap)
Chest shot, his friend done leggy
Free-, put his friend on telly (haha)
Now, they both can't put dick in a jezzy
Three dot-dots and a freestyle ride
Let me call them, "Ed, Edd n' Eddy"
Always been a slider, never been a hider
Caught-, showed him what my knife does (ching)
Saw-, he didn't even sight us
High bruss, splashed him, he left his sliders (don't run)
Back to the car, can't say who was drivin'
Just know it was perfect timin' (woo)
Like-, when he got his fryin'
Free-, he was ready on binings
Mask on, it's Shiesty season (Shiesty)
Trust me, I wouldn't wanna be him
Took a 20 off- 'cah his brother's upset
Get it back in blood you eediat
I won't lie, I don't know the feelin'
When you're warin' and your friend just leavin'
But Peeler must know the feelin'
'Cause he tried snake me, but got left bleedin' (ching)
I got my black ting givin' out necky
She wants a Siraq SG for brekky (brekky)
Take them bricks how we take them lives
Ain't dug no points, but the opps dug plenty (plenty, plenty)
Chest shot gang can't go for a leggy
But free-, still put him on telly (free him up)
Heard a young boy's wearin' vest right now
So Sav just aim for a headie (head)
We really makin' opp boys famous
How many face we put on telly? (How many?)
Shotty come long like-
Snap it, stuff it, slap it, I'm baffin' plenty (bap)
15 racks can't fit in no pockets
Strix on the glizzy, not a pocket rocket
He got done in his neck, chest, back
Civilians screamin', "Stop it!"
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Two in the dots, hold it steady (man down, man down)
Snap it, stuff it, slap it
Big man hold that corn for brekky (and again)
Knife work's been on fleek
How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo)
Gyal get beat and dash
I got my white ting givin' out necky (neck, neck, neck, neck)
Credits
Writer(s): Latricio Brown, Sadiqur Rahman
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