Fredo – Snap Lyrics

Snap Lyrics by Fredo

[Pre-Chorus]
Young niggas hittin’ licks (Licks)
Just tryna see the bigger pic’
Now, it’s really this (Really this)
Even if you flip bricks, I got bigger bits
By thirteen, I didn’t give a shit (Shit)
My dad still tryna give me licks
‘Til I got my flicks and flicked it on him, like, “Here, this what it finishes”

[Chorus]
Got burners, bitches, bricks, bodies, and business (All five)
Yeah, I got tired of that clown shit, took a break from the rap (Rap)
Been away from the trap (Trap)
Still let it lay by the tap (Tap)
Send it to my close friends like I’m makin’ a Snap (Makin’ a Snap)

[Verse 1]
We can fuck, just keep it quiet
I see ’em buy it, don’t need to try (Stop tryin’)
Twenty thousand pound, can’t even hide it, my Amiris need a diet (They do)
My t-teachers was so shit in school, swear they wouldn’t even try it
But, I bet my daughter’s school so private, I can’t even find it
And I don’t shop in Harrods no more, I do private buyin’
And, them boys are flyin’, to Ibiza, we do private islands (Islands)
Hustle streets, in fact, my guys are slidin’, ridin’, ridin’
B-But them boys are hidin’, tryna find them, they’re like Private Ryan
You ever shared a bed with your little bro? That’s top and tell
He’s fartin’ every night, m-man, I can’t lie, it propper smells
I’m thinkin’ to myself that, “I’d have more space if I was locked in jail
That’s when I got my scales, hit the road and started shottin’ cells

[Pre-Chorus]
Young niggas hittin’ licks (Licks)
Just tryna see the bigger pic’
Now, it’s really this (Really this)
Even if you flip bricks, I got bigger bits
By thirteen, I didn’t give a shit (Shit)
My dad still tryna give me licks
‘Til I got my flicks and flicked it on him, like, “Here, this what it finishes”

[Chorus]
Got burners, bitches, bricks, bodies, and business (All five)
Yeah, I got tired of that clown shit, took a break from the rap (Rap)
Been away from the trap (Trap)
Still let it lay by the tap (Tap)
Send it to my close friends like I’m makin’ a Snap (Makin’ a Snap)

[Verse 2]
I drop work on the workers
I buy flame for the throwers (Throwers)
The new .44’s Chrome, so I named it, “Rimowa”
Just like the suitcases, now I’m tryna beat cases
Now, I’m a businessman, might swap my duffle bags for briefcases
The seats came in, wine strawberry like a cheesecake (Cheesecake)
That’s for everyone who deserted me and hurted me
You boys ain;’t never heard the sound of a fours when it’s clappin’
But, that shit don’t sound like a round of applause, I ain’t cappin’ (Nope)
Walk in clubs with my gang, and get surrounded by whores (Whores)
It’s like they sense me in this water, now I’m surrounded by jaws
But, this is no movie, real life, no sharks, bad bitches that will bite
Real ice, fuck what they feel like (Fuck what they feel)
[Pre-Chorus]
Young niggas hittin’ licks (Licks)
Just tryna see the bigger pic’
Now, it’s really this (Really this)
Even if you flip bricks, I got bigger bits
By thirteen, I didn’t give a shit (Shit)
My dad still tryna give me licks
‘Til I got my flicks and flicked it on him, like, “Here, this what it finishes”

[Chorus]
Got burners, bitches, bricks, bodies, and business (All five)
Yeah, I got tired of that clown shit, took a break from the rap (Rap)
Been away from the trap (Trap)
Still let it lay by the tap (Tap)
Send it to my close friends like I’m makin’ a Snap (Makin’ a Snap)