SR - Snap It (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] DT5 on the beat Senseii [Chorus: SR] Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down) Snap it, stuff it, slap it Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again) Knife work’s been on fleek How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo) Gyal get beat and dash I got my white ting givin’ out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck) Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down) Snap it, stuff it, slap it Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again) Knife work’s been on fleek How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo) Gyal get beat and dash I got my white ting givin’ out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck) [Verse 1: Loski] Beat this mash like I beat down **** Real rider, let me ring like Lyca (Glee) Love skii, deep to the death Yes, really a fu*king striker (Striker) Drop over 60 racks on my chain I’d do another 50 to watch, insane (Brr) It’s hot, but in UK, make it rain So shh got bunned, he ain’t been the same (Ha) We done man in the chest and heads Suwoo, leave it red Jump off bikes, drill confirmed (Nah) Switch location, burn that ped (Muh) She wanna fu*k ‘cah my diamond’s buss Tell her “Don’t buss it,” I only want neck (Brr) Remember when I bucked a 3-2 from Tottenham? But never once has the kid met rich Do him up nicely, gang too shiesty Cool kid, bankroll, everything pricy Bring a smoke out, heatwave like Wiley Ay, Dej Loaf, fu*k boy, come try me Tryna do man like bro done Sav Who’s that? Ay, spin it, shoot (Muh) Yo, yo, B, ay, bro, she cute If I don’t jeet, I’ma give it to you [Chorus: SR] Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down) Snap it, stuff it, slap it Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again) Knife work’s been on fleek How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo) Gyal get beat and dash I got my white ting givin’ out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck) Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down) Snap it, stuff it, slap it Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again) Knife work’s been on fleek How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo) Gyal get beat and dash I got my white ting givin’ out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck) [Verse 2: Suspect] How many got floored on board? My eyes seen too much blood on goal (Ching, ching) You know the procedure, pop them doors Swing souls, and send my man to the Lord (Gang) Them man just sheep like Shawning Runnin’ the flock, we back that swing on (Bow) No free fight, man grippin’ him a mash ‘Cah if you throw P’s, we’ll throw back corn Just back my shank and get cheffy Broad day, kweffy, been verified I wet both deadlies (That’s right) Drilled on them, and them, and them Man stay, ain’t been touched, come get me (Come get me) I got habibty givin’ out madda (Woo) Got my white ting givin’ out necky He got done in his neck, neck, neck And he got some in the belly (Ah) Look at my streakies, head, head Thinkin’ I was Wayne how I love it, Headies (Ching) Got nuttin’ but dick for a jezzy Doggy her up, and get back to the readies He got done in his head, neck, chest Then he got put in a telly Two packs up on Macavelly Who’s next? Come test me (Gang) [Verse 3: SD] Two in a dots, I’m steady (Ready) Close one eye like Fetty I slap one yute, tryna get some brekky Got chest shot, his friend done leggy Free ****, put his friend on telly (Haha) Now, he can’t put dick in a jezzy Three dot-dots and a freestyle ride Let me call them “Ed, Edd n’ Eddy” Always beena slide on, never been a hide on ‘Cause ****, showed him what my knife does Saw ****, he didn’t even sight us Hyperus splashed him, he left his sliders Back to the car, can’t say you’re drivin’ Just know it was perfect timing (Woo) Like DG when he got his fryin’ Free Grandad, he was already on violence Mask on, it’s Shiesty season (Shiesty) Trust me, I wouldn’t wanna be him Took a 20 off **** ‘cah his brother upset Get back in blood you idiot I won’t lie, don’t know the feelin’ When you’re warin’ and your friend just leavin’ But Peeler must know the feelin’ ‘Cause he tried snake me, but got left bleedin’ (Ching) [Verse 4: Trap] I got my black ting givin’ out necky She want a Siraq SG for brekky (Brekky) Take them bricks how we take them lives Ain’t dug no points, but the opps done plenty (Plenty, plenty) Chest shot gang can’t go for a leggy But free R1, still put him on telly (Free him up) Heard a young boy’s wearin’ vest right now So Sav just aim for a headie (Head) We really makin’ opp boys famous How many face we put in telly? (How many?) Shorty come long like Gorz Snap it, stuff it, slap it, and baffin’ plenty (Bap) 15 racks can’t fit in no pockets Strix on the glizzy, no pocket rocket He got done in his neck, chest, back Civilians screamin’ “Stop it!” [Chorus: SR] Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down) Snap it, stuff it, slap it Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again) Knife work’s been on fleek How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo) Gyal get beat and dash I got my white ting givin’ out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck) Two in the dots, hold it steady (Man down, man down) Snap it, stuff it, slap it Big man, hold that corn for brekky (And again) Knife work’s been on fleek How many yutes been chinged up already? (Woo) Gyal get beat and dash I got my white ting givin’ out necky (Neck, neck, neck, neck)