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Snap It (Remix)

Sr/Loski/SUShuatong
sirmudcathuatong
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Aufnahmen
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 f*ck ′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, f*ck 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 d**k 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 d**k 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)

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