Snapbacks Back lyrics

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Gudda Gudda


[Intro: Tyga]
Uh (Uh)
Uh (Uh)
W-W-W-Well done, well done (Muahahaha)
Finish him

[Chorus: Tyga]
Snapbacks back (Yeah), snapbacks back (Ha)
That's all these n*ggas sayin' (Ha, ha), I brought snapbacks back (Haha)
I'm a fresh ass n*gga, b*tches know I'm the sh*t
Twenty-five for my belt, n*gga, get off my di*k (Hermès, n*gga)
I brought the snapbacks back (Yeah, yeah), snapbacks back (Uh)
That's all these n*ggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back (Ha)
I'm a fresh ass n*gga, b*tches know I'm the sh*t
Twenty-five for my belt, n*gga, get off my di*k

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I brought the snapback back (Back), snapback back (Back)
Man, all these n*ggas foul like Hack-a-Shaq (Shaq)
n*gga, racks on racks, my b*tch ass so fat
Yo' b*tch booty like a pancake, flat flapjack
I make your dollars collapse (Collapse), trail low in the strap
Shells big as a turtle, Master Splinter to rap
Sus-Sus-Suspend you like Urkel, your body hangin' from fat
Thought you was sharper than tacks, get you thrown like some jacks (Jacks)
A-All these b*tches with these tassels on they titties tryna text
I don't give a f*ck if none of y'all don't rap
I could pull a b*tch just turnin' my back
W-Who do that? (Who do that?) Venus trap (Venus trap)
Flyest n*gga in the class
Goyard bag, see that tag?
I could pay your rent all year, boy
Yo' mama know
Your cousin, sister, brother, and your mama know (Mama know)
Your cousin, sister, brother, and your mama know (Mama know)
Your cousin, sister, brother, and your mama know
b*tch, your granny know, n*gga
[Chorus: Tyga, Chris Brown]
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these n*ggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass n*gga, b*tches know I'm the sh*t
Twenty-five for my belt, n*gga, get off my di*k
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these n*ggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass n*gga (Hahaha), b*tches know I'm the sh*t (What's hatnin'?)
Twenty-five for my belt (Ayy), n*gga, get off my di*k (Leggo)
I brought the—

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Snapback back, put V.A. on the map
I'm a young n*gga, heartthrob, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my di*k
Yeah, them chickens givin' me neck
n*gga, you ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
f*ck your CD, press eject
Too busy coughin' up them hairballs
Fur coat, bear dog
Spray these n*ggas like aerosol
And f*ck them old n*ggas, Geritol
Hol' up, snapback on
Champagne MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation
Won't even let me strap that tome
My condo ain't no hotter, I be right at home
What you mean, n*gga, I'm coherent?
Steez out with my D out
And you wonder why your shorty be disappearin'
Haha, I brought the snapback back
Last Kings and them Ti$as, yeah, they sell like crack
You got no car insurance, no Ray-Bans (Uh)
This GEICO caveman (Uh)
First of the month, you do a praise dance
Like I'm movin' on up, ayy, man (Bloaw!)
Stop that, drop a hat in the club (Oh sh*t)
They gon' be like, "That n*gga on drugs"
Get more respect in L.A. than you do (Hahaha)
But you're welcome for the pub'
[Chorus: Tyga]
Snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these n*ggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass n*gga, b*tches know I'm the sh*t
Twenty-five for my belt, n*gga, get off my di*k
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these n*ggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass n*gga, b*tches know I'm the sh*t
Twenty-five for my belt, n*gga, get off my di*k
I brought the—
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