A-Rob - Snapchat (feat. Tyler M & Trooh Hippi)

Yeah yeah
From Philly to Heathrow and back type shit
You know what it is
Uh
Put out my short in Shoreditch
Finna drop three fourths of a morgage
Got a forest from the florist
Zooted I don’t know where the floor is
Watch yo, mouth bro
Somebody show son where the door is
Stepped out like a God I'm Horus
Made the club pop pulled off on a Boris
Chill, bruv
No snapchats in the club
OGs in the back on a drug whole team on a bean and we’re acting amok
Whoa, yo
Look how I came back with the flow
Mack in the back on pack with the bro
Try and take a snap and I snap on a hoe
Long way from the captain and coke
Scotch in a glass and the gat in my coat
Big man feelin like Shaq in a throne
Get me on cam and I'm snatching your phone
Fuck a, schemer
Big things when the broskis team up
Me and D pulled up in a Beamer
With the Top down and we're puffing sativa
Chill, bruv
No snapchats in the club
OGs in the back on a drug whole team on a bean and were acting amok
Whoa, Love
No snapchats in the club
OGs in the back on a drug whole team on a bean and were acting amok
Wasteman, I ain't talking bout bins
You don't wanna see my arms didn't say a thing about limbs I
Saw your phone, you're gonna see this flash
I'm gonna put this bag on your head and I didn't say a thing about cash
You don't wanna see my stash
Ting comes incredible, I didn't say a thing about dash
You don't wanna see these edibles
This loud outrageous, mandem can't hear this decibel
I'm mixing potions fast tryna get to the point like decimal, ain't nothing numerical
Maud, man best go halves on a cab
That bar better run this tab that
Chick better link this lad look
She wants more than tips but we ain't not doing nothing pg
I ain't even talking bout tea
She wants to see this forecast so man's giving her BBC
She's on hands and knees
I watch her like a DVD then leave at quarter to three
Feeling like juice cause I got that squeeze
A.Rob is Horus I must be Hercules
Man can't film me or my Gs
Chill, bruv
No snapchats in the club
OGs in the back on a drug whole team on a bean and were acting amok
Whoa, Love
No snapchats in the club
OGs in the back on a drug whole team on a bean and were acting amok

Written by:
Ameen Rahman, Tyler Fraser

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