Seven - SNAP lyrics

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Seven - SNAP lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] What the Hell is going on? Everything is going wrong Too much sh** to deal with I'm ready to snap Tired of getting the short end of the stick motherf**er [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] And I'm back to the drama, yes that karma Double back and slap me without armour Troubled cats and I'm right back torned And a loveable act extracting at y'all Give me a reason why this season is ceasing a sin season of grieving I grim greed and the speeds of our fans feeling us Everybody around me downs me and it astounds me profoundly Whether they hound me or clown me tryna keep my mind calm But I keep six soundly around me all through my town and your county But I hit that ground cause I found I'm a walking time bomb I feel like a f**ing maniac, in public when a flip the zaniac They love it n***a this ain't acting When I'm full of money n***a this ain't happening When your dream boat sails away you just sob Get a regular job and start robbing Went crazy when losing your lady your heart hardens so I'ma keep it insane with my 30 thousand dollar chain And use it as bait for n***as who hate and wanna resurrect Samhain Out of a sick n***a, with a short end of a stick I'ma stick n***as Cap peela, you don't want me to be that when I snap, n***a [Hook] One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tecca's at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tecca's at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven, eight, they sealed your fate [Verse 2: Liquid Assa**in] f** you I hate you, you fake think you way cool Mistakes you gon make you gon pay with your face too In case spray you lay you on pavement and shake you From bullets that break you and take you to angels You know I'm gon get cash, I know that you spit trash Collide with you quick crash, I box with you fist fast I'm not what you think that, I won't get the clips back I don't hesitate to grab the gun and pop Like Tecca Nina my guns go (chyo) GP comin through, n***a what you gon do When I come into the room, gun aimin at you Click boom, you don't wanna see your way to the tomb When I come in with a crew, let's play with them too Liquid Assa**in, I'mma ride for mine b**h a** n***a, I'mma die for mine I'mma grab the heat and I'mma pop the iron Put two to your chest and one to your mind Ain't nobody getting the best of me I put you through more pain than pregnancy I don't really give a damn, what s** it be Still catch a red beam, when my tech release You don't want me to even co*k the clip, bro Like a toilet bowl come and drop a sh** load Slide to your pad and I'm creepin tip-toe Grip, co*k back, let the clip go! [Hook] [Verse 3: k**a C] These boys are sick, these boys are foul Wanna lay face down, just ask me how If you piss me off homie, then it's straight f**in over Cause my trigger finger twitchin' and i'm far from sober I ain't gon stop, it just ain't in me Even if to prison is right where they send me I'll slide right in, hollow tips in my clip I'm let them ride out, unless you give me my sh** Stressin with my Wesson, I'm gon teach you a lesson When I come through and rob you, consider it a blessing s** my dick, b**h, cause I hate you like a motherf**er At your front door, 'bout to make your mother suffer Phone cords and ropes, pistols and gauges The world wants us dead locked away in them cages We came and we conquered, we got what we wanted Years from now they'll say that your house is haunted [Hook]

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