Lyrics Robb Bank$ – Snap

*Mumbling*
Forgot what I was gonna do
Don’t, don’t don’t… don’t
Sure Sure

Aye, aye fuck BSO
Fuck goin’ broke
Fuck y’all boys on, nigga still fucked yo’ ho
They break a nail tryna type it to ya’ fire type ?
I’ll pull a racist bitch boy I’m just that type of nigga
Bitch what’s up to Flex and what’s up to TheRullla
My name Meta Cooler
Smart Stunna, Souf Seas
Swimmin’ in the Florida water
I took dat stuntin, fuck em’ one by one
I brought dat all up Tumblr
Day one of these day two niggas
Plan B my first response
I maintain, Niggas sip Quali, cup ?
Asking questions bought the drank like
«How yo’ cup so stained?»
Bloodsport bout who hit first
For the love of Ray J
Potency KimYe, Took a baby on a trip (sure, sure)
North West

Up the fie on them, up it, up the fie on em
(Fuck nigga)
Up it, up it, up the fie on em
Up it, up it, up the fie on em
Up it, up it, up the fie on em

My crew, my dawgs

They tried to run ?
off with the swag, I witnessed
Niggas bitin’, puttin’ on everythang boy, bit me
Real life Ken Kaneki, let ya’ bitch give me neck
Yea I say detox, still higher den’ a bitch
It’s the reaper, dat’ a cipher, steal a teacher
Bad bitch sleeper, seeks a dick pleaser
Aye, ya’ ho my momma ?
Since Sticky left D-Mob
Had to cancel the bitch, she on Nick like Taina
Up the fie on them, up it, up the fie on em
(Fuck nigga)
Up it, up it, up the fie on em
Up it, up it, up the fie on em
Up it, up it, up the fie on em

My crew, my dawgs
Set rules, break laws
Got ya bitch, on the phone
That ain’t no call
Pussy this ain’t what you want
«Don’t make me SNAP»
Don’t make me snap, don’t make me snap
Bitch ain’t hard to find, know where we at
Stunt em’, fuck em’, live die by that
Souf’ Florida forever, If you don’t know
Pasé dat (sure)