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by Driicky Graham
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# Debut Chart
23 Apr '12 R&B
73 Jun '12 Hot 100


[CHORUS] Snapbacks and tattoos Snapbacks and tattoos Nice whips, fly chicks All that 'cause cash rules [x2] Show off your hats Show off your tatts Show off your arms, legs, chest, show off your back Snapbacks and tattoos Snapbacks and tattoos Nice whips, fly chicks All that 'cause cash rules

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Ok now snapbacks and tattoos Rap phat I'm that dude My backpack got cash that I make an ass clap like tap shoes I'm international Y'all niggas vaginal I pass through, fresh to death You've now entered swag school Ladies holding kisses Swag as cold as sickness Teen Driicky tatted on 'em 'cause they're ass is so ridiculous In the 'Mazzi, paparazzi Man they can't control the pictures M.O.B. tat, screaming money over bitches My clothes and tatts they're all custom though Something that you ain't accustom to Don't collapse with the Huxtables Hoes like hats they adjustable This is for my ladies and my fellas getting gravy But your body's marked up, like the train back in the 80s I've been through the test Now, Ink on my chest Trying to triple my chest I spit through the rest Buy you a Mitchell & Ness Fly and It'll fit you the best From NY to LA North Cackalack to Baton Rouge All across the latitude Everybody rockin' them [repeat CHORUS] In my hood they wear them snapbacks and tattoos "Clack Clack" and snatch jewels Pack tools, Crap shoot And sell crack in glass tubes Our chicks? Attitude Hard enough to get at a dude Tatted up, fattest butt Suck it off, vacuum Trips to Miami Ink After that, Lowrider When I say we're balling trick I don't mean no globetrotter Driicky is a monster, ain't a heir up in his safe Since I murder raps, I should tatt a tear up on my face Can't you hear this flow? It's evil Can't be near us close to lethal Y'all are weird Yo I'm just here to spit 'bout piercings, clothes, and needles Grab some cheer-up for the people Rappers fear 'cause most [?] I don't have to smoke I rap the dope considered so illegal To all my Gs up, can I just get a witness If you're inked up, throw your feet up Or you're stylin' in a Mitch-Ness Ain't leaving out my females I'm talking 'bout that ass too Show 'em all Roll Call Let them bitches know we wear them [repeat CHORUS]


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