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yung zee - snapback lyrics

[verse 1 : yung zee]

okay, got dope on deck
n-gga, i be f-cking higher than rushmore head
ain’t never turning down, popping every single med
got every single bad b-tch in my bed
i’m, stacking paper like billy gates
and all these f-ck n-ggas tryning to f-cking hate
they, get sad when i’m in they place
taking everything they own, now they life erased
got swag, when i go out, show out
if a n-gga talk some sh-t, blow his brains out
this place for rich folk, get out
you got a dolla in yo bank account
designer on my body
jacket, it be versace
snapback, that sh-t be gucci
backpack, it’s f-cking louis

everyday i do this sh-t
you ain’t never getting rich, my n-gga, you should quit
i know it’s sad, ain’t it?
if you try to take some money from me, we gon’ hit
turn down, for real, you nothing
there you go, you tryna talk sh-t and fussing
think you hard cause you be cussing?
well how i’m gonna k!ll a n-gga i’m discussing
money flowing in, left and right
go ahead and try to stop it with all your might
you mad, yo’ hat on tight?
disrespect me, on my mama, and we will fight
ha, your insults make me laugh
just take a look at all the d-mn money i have
see how my b-tch be bad?
you know yo’ hating don’t make me mad

[chorus : yung zee & c4$hdoll4z)

[zee] my snapback too dope, n-gga

[c4$h] swag off the chain, not you, broke n-gga

[zee] i get the money, obey me, n-gga

[c4$h] you know i get all the ladies, n-gga

[zee] if you ain’t turnt up on dank, my n-gga

[c4$h] i’m slipping some sh-t in your drink, n-gga

[zee] snapback, keep it sideways, n-gga

[c4$h] shoot yo -ss down in the driveway, n-gga

[zee] snapback, n-gga

[c4$h] yeah, rock that, n-gga

[zee] said snapback, n-gga

[c4$h] dope -ss hat, n-gga

[zee] boy, snapback, n-gga

[c4$h] rock that sh-t, n-gga

[zee] fye snapback, n-gga

[c4$h] i’m ’bout that, n-gga

[verse 2 : c4$hdollaz]

i be on my sh-t, real talk
you white, be looking like some chalk
got one b-tch with me, one be coming
don’t try to be starting something
you already know i got it
all these broke n-ggas be sobbing
see the baddest b-tch in the club
she’ll pop it for me for a dub
yo’ swag just cannot match up
you getting mad, i’m getting some
my shoe game be untouchable
you still eating uncrustables
ay, this some real sh-t, ain’t no joke
out in the alley, selling dope
bad b-tch, she be hyped on c0ke
that d, not reggie, what i smoke

cd on the tape, i’m vinyl
smoking that sticky, that aunt jemima
n-gga talk sh-t, hit them with the llama
boy, you think you fye, i f-cked yo’ momma
3 cents in yo’ pockets, n-gga
man, anything you got, i’ll top it, n-gga
i’ll cop it, n-gga
drop it, n-gga
trying to be me, better stop it, n-gga
true trap sh-t, raised in the d-mn a
talk a lot of sh-t now, but these n-ggas be fake
now, i’m not fake, i’m stacking that cake
no presents for you and no happy birthday
i still got game, still running this sh-t
broke boy trying to talk, but i f-cked his b-tch
girl red like an apple, she way too thick
f-ck p-ssy n-ggas, ain’t got no time for this sh-t

[chorus : yung zee & c4$hdoll4z)

[zee] my snapback too dope, n-gga

[c4$h] swag off the chain, not you, broke n-gga

[zee] i get the money, obey me, n-gga

[c4$h] you know i get all the ladies, n-gga

[zee] if you ain’t turnt up on dank, my n-gga

[c4$h] i’m slipping some sh-t in your drink, n-gga

[zee] snapback, keep it sideways, n-gga

[c4$h] shoot yo -ss down in the driveway, n-gga

[zee] snapback, n-gga

[c4$h] yeah, rock that, n-gga

[zee] said snapback, n-gga

[c4$h] dope -ss hat, n-gga

[zee] boy, snapback, n-gga

[c4$h] rock that sh-t, n-gga

[zee] fye snapback, n-gga

[c4$h] i’m ’bout that, n-gga

[verse 3 : yung zee]

think this sh-t is funny, it ain’t
just bought a bugatti, now time for the paint
iced out audemar, buy that? you can’t
i’mma pull out a hundred, make yo’ b-tch faint
wake up, man, now it’s time to start a new day
how much of the moolah i’m gon’ make?
cold -ss n-gga, i’mma chocolate shake
how the f-ck you gonna battle my choppa with a rake?
i’m just too fly, i’mma fighter jet
100 grand fo’ a verse, half a milli’ for a set
hating n-gga gon’ be there, that, i’ll bet
clownfish, better not get caught in my net
i’m rocking the trueys, my b-tch got a booty
‘yung zee sound like sh-t’, man, it ain’t nothing new-y
sucka n-gga mad, ’cause his b-tch running to me
i’m getting this money, how have y’all been doing?

zee ain’t never told a godd-mn lie
unlike all these f-cking haters saying i ain’t fye
ball hard, like to see y’all try
never gonna get money ‘less you join my side
that lean got me going on a trip
in the club, with a dub, ’bout to spend that sh-t
gonna watch a bad doped up b-tch strip
and i’ll throw it, gonna blow, just to f-cking tip
post up with my n-ggas on the street
wherever drugs getting sold, we gon’ meet
always deal that sh-t real neat
i’m king of the trap, and can’t be beat
paid a quarter milli’ fo’ a mercedes
i’mma challenge any n-gga try to slay me
always get the fine -ss ladies
don’t matter who, someone gon’ pay me

drugs in one house, hoes in another
may come from the a, but you ain’t no brother
i’m too original, ain’t no other
n-ggas hate on me, when i f-cked they mother
everywhere i go, showing out my swag
got that big -ss chain and a gucci bag
f-ck them g-y n-ggas, hate them f-gs
just mad ’cause all they b-tch do is nag
household be a printing press
on a limited budget is how y’all dress
how many times do i have to stress
that if you f-ck with me, there’ll be a mess
white folk always get on my nerves
talk a bunch of lame sh-t, never been to the curb
i wanna hit ’em, but i hold back the urge
they poor as f-ck though, i’m just gon’ swerve

snapback, cashback, get that
my b-tch look a model, and yo’ hoe fat
i’mma hit you with a baseball bat
three strikes, you out, n-gga, that too bad
get money like i get that air
talk heaps of sh-t, man, i don’t care
just know you gon’ be scared
when you pull up to yo’ crib and i’m right there
gone, left earth, astronaut
see me, wonder, “should i walk past or not?”
hear a n-gga talk cr-p a lot
wonder, “should i pull up on him and blast or not?”
riding in the whip with my top down
in the atl, raised in this town
zee and c4$hdoll4z, now
we k!lled this b-tch, done put it in the ground

- yung zee lyrics

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