Snapback ft. Juice Da Mamba Lyrics

Aye

Broke on that bitch in a Snapback

Then I ran that shit up

Off a rap check

Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet

But me I can slow it down

And still I'll be winning regardless

I can't help that I'm living so cocky

She want to pull off my boxers

Aye

Broke on that bitch in a Snapback

Then I ran that shit up

Off a rap check

Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet

But me I can slow it down

And still I'll be winning regardless

I can't help that I'm living so cocky

She want to pull off my boxers

Say look

I got an addiction let's get it

I love getting brain

While turning through

Lanes in the city

One hand on my Phillie

And these niggas lame

Why is you fixing your lips

Just to talk about a nigga

I'm with it you know that

They picture me, Kodak

I swear that I'm all about that scrilla

Shoota Loc in the car he got pistols

Before you try me better try again

14 in the trap trying to football a pack

Had to get to the sack like a tight end

One hand on that strap

I'm going to Moss something

So much smoke from the strap

Make the pipe bend

Back then I knew

Buddy was on something

Smoking soda

Right off of the sprite can

That's why I want a Porsche

And some nice land

Bad bitches straight from Iceland

No wonder niggas selling white grams

Nights like this

I wish that it would rain

Bust down we ain't petty plain

Jumped on stage and then

I made a name

And broke on a bitch just like

Eddie Kane

Aye

broke on that bitch in a Snapback

Then I ran that shit up

Off a rap check

Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet

But me I can slow it down

And still I'll be winning regardless

I can't help that I'm living so cocky

She want to pull off my boxers

Aye

Broke on that bitch in a Snapback

Then I ran that shit up

Off a rap check

Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet

But me I can slow it down

And still I'll be winning regardless

I can't help that I'm living so cocky

She want to pull off my boxers

Tell her talk to me nice

I don't play that

Talking your shit

Get you shot where you stay at

Ain't offering pleads

I don't know you little nigga

Pick locks no key

I'll show you little nigga

Let's go

I ran it up off of rapping and trapping

Man get me some

Crutches my legs hurt

I got too boujee I just wanna shoot

But they talk like

They don't know my hands work

Let's talk about money I'm locked in

Let's talk about music I'm top ten

These niggas act goofy

Grab the mousecatool

And they nervous

How Mickey just popped in

Texted her for the throat she said IDK

Freaky bitch

All she want is her body paid

Well ima just flex I'm triple H

Know my pockets

Swole shit I'm tryna pay

She call me white boy

My draws always Tommy Hill

Boss I feel like uncle Phil

Off to the Johnny

Cause I been shittin still

Freshest prince I ball like will

Za in the air backwood I'm zooted

Just hit a lick ain't taking bout Coochie

Young turnt

Nigga I was out like stewie

No cap no nigga can't top my music

On gang on god

Aye

Broke on that bitch in a Snapback

Then I ran that shit up

Off a rap check

Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet

But me I can slow it down

And still I'll be winning regardless

I can't help that I'm living so cocky

She want to pull off my boxers

Aye

Broke on that bitch in a Snapback

Then I ran that shit up

Off a rap check

Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet

But me I can slow it down

And still I'll be winning regardless

I can't help that I'm living so cocky

She want to pull off my boxers

Stop it