Fredo - Snap lyrics

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 bit's
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"
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)

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'
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 proper 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

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 bit's
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"
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)

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)

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 bit's
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"
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)