SnapBack lyrics
by Sugarhill Ddot
[Intro]
(Elvis)
(Ransom, you f*cked this up)
(Grrah, like what, like what, like what)
Grrah, boom, uh
[Chorus]
Like hold up, I'm 2WooK, I shoot broad day
Man, them n*ggas pus*y, they know what's up (They know, they know)
Big Glock on the scene, I ain't letting up (Like, what?)
And them n*ggas know that, but they won't show that
b*tch, I'm a problem, I'm really tough (Gang, gang, gang)
And it come to that drill sh*t, I really kill sh*t
600K, man, they know what's up, grrah (600K)
And I'm smoking on Lotti, he got me deady (Lotti)
I'm like TP, where is the bready?
Cdai a Rat, I'm smoking on Fetti
Bend through the 2 while I'm toting on Kelly
If I call up Roscoe, he let shots go
Might flock at a Flocka (Baow, baow, baow)
Dougie B, you a f*cking imposter
You was on di*k, tryna be on the roster (Grrrah)
[Verse]
I'm tryna get him, lift him
I'm on the block with a Smith & (Baow, baow)
All of these opp n*ggas dissing (Baow, b*tch)
But them n*ggas never ain't spin sh*t (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, uh, them n*ggas got backdoored (b*tch)
They tried to spin, and my brother, he clapped four (Grrrah)
And you know we die 4's (Baow, baow)
I'ma Die Y, fly guy, spin with my mask on (Gang, gang, gang)
They know that sh*t (They know)
Roscoe with me, that opp get hit (Gang, gang, gang)
Free Banga, been bugging since— shh got hit (Free bro, no cap, no cap)
That 2MF, Saint Nick to my di*k
I catch a DreamTeam, take his medal off
Show them MB n*ggas, how to really ball (MBK)
I'ma shoot on sight when I get the call
Shooting out the V, watch them n*ggas fall (600K)
'Lila, Dummy, Lotti
That's three opps that died, they never get back ('Lila, 'Lila)
I'm on that sh*t with them n*ggas
If they try to spin on my side, then they gettin' clapped (Baow, baow, baow)
Like don't try to run up, I got my gun up
Benzo, he with me, he stay movin' tact' (No cap, no cap)
Them n*ggas buggin', word to my mother
That's on the gang, TaTa a rat
[Chorus]
Like, hold up, I'm 2WooK, I shoot broad day
Man, them n*ggas pus*y, they know what's up
Big Glock on the scene, I ain't letting up (At all)
And them n*ggas know that, but they won't show that
b*tch, I'm a problem, I'm really tough (I'm really tough)
And it come to that drill sh*t, I really kill sh*t
600K, man they know what's up, grrah (Man, they know what's up)
And I'm smoking on Lotti, he got me deady
I'm like TP, where is the bready?
Cdai a Rat, I'm smoking on Fetti
Bend through the 2 while I'm toting on Kelly (Kelly)
If I call up Roscoe, he let shots go
Might flock at a Flocka (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Dougie B, you a f*cking imposter
You was on di*k, tryna be on the roster (Baow, gang, gang, gang)