Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back    
That's all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back    
I'm a fresh as nigga, bitches know I'm the shit    
25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick    
  
I brought the snapback back, snapback back    
Man all these niggas foul like hack-a-Shaq    
Nigga racks on racks, my bitch ass so fat    
Yo bitch booty like a pancake, flat flapjack    
I make your dollars collapse trail low in the strap    
Shells big as a turtle Master Splinter to rap    
Spin you like Urkel your body hanging from fat    
Thought you was sharper than tacks, get you thrown like some jacks    
All these bitches with these tassels on their titties tryna tax    
I don't give a fuck if none of ya'll don't rap    
I could pull a bitch just turning my back    
Who knew that, venus trap    
Flyest nigga 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    
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know    
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know    
Bitch, your granny know nigga    
  
Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back    
That's all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back    
I'm a fresh as nigga, bitches know I'm the shit    
25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick    
  
Leggo, snapback back, put V.A. on the map    
I'm a young nigga, heartthrob, girls cardiac    
I got your girls all on my dick    
Yeah them chickens giving me neck, nigga    
You ain't talkin bout shit    
Fuck your city, press eject    
Too busy coughing up them hairballs    
  
Spray these niggas like aerosol    
And fuck them old niggas: Geritol    
  
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 nigga I'm coherant    
Steez out with my D out and you wonder    
Why your shorty be disappearing    
Ha-Ha I brought the snapback back    
Last kings and them Ti$as yeah they sell like crack    
You got no car insurance, no Ray Bans    
  
First of the month you do a praise dance    
Like I'm moving on up, Aye man    
Stop that, drop a hat in the club    
They gon be like that nigga on drugs    
Get more respect in L.A. than you do    
  
Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back    
That's all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back    
I'm a fresh as nigga, bitches know I'm the shit    
25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick      More from Chris Brown & Tyga