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Young Snipe
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Young Snipe was released on December 25, 2020 by Chosen One Entertainment as a part of the album Mud Baby
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Release DateDecember 25, 2020
LabelChosen One Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Popp Hunna
Popp Hunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Popp Hunna
Popp Hunna
Songwriter
Omir Bernard
Omir Bernard
Composer
Jack Richard Thierer
Jack Richard Thierer
Composer
Charles Edward Claeys
Charles Edward Claeys
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Popp Hunna
Popp Hunna
Producer
Yakree
Yakree
Producer
Slayer
Slayer
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Salvador "Fatol Flow" Majail
Mixing Engineer
Samuel Aaron
Samuel Aaron
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, uh, let's go (Thanks Yakree)
Baow, let's go
Brrrt, let's go (Slayer)
Hold up, hmm, hmm, I'm sayin' like
(Ayy yo' DJ, bring the shit back)
Man, I got on fresh forces with a diggy
With a white polo tee and an all black blicky (Damn)
I'm the hottest **** in the city (Say what?)
And I can't name another **** in the city fuckin' with me, like (Let's go)
Only drive the whip if it don't got keys (Got keys), huh
Oh, I got that gat to go where opp squeeze (Bow, bow), huh
Yeah, he got that, but he ain't got these
Catch me trippin' 'bout a thot, hmm, bitch please
And my main jawn want a Birkin (Want a Birkin)
I said she better work the middle 'til that motherfuckin' hurtin'
'Til it get to bussin', get to squirtin' (Get to squirtin')
I told her eat the dick up, don't gag, no burpin'
I'm a young **** lick, hit a young snipe (Young snipe)
Fresh to death, like a baby, no wipe (No wipe)
Keep a strap, you would think I'm a dyke (I'm a dyke)
If it's static, we gon' get you on sight (On sight)
Uh, I'm in a party with my ice on (Ice)
And my shit gon' dance, you ain't gotta turn the lights on (Bling)
She suck it good, she the right jawn
And then I'ma two steps with my motherfuckin' bikes on
Hundred, hundred, hundred bussin' out my pants, huh
If you add it up, that's a hundred bands (Yeah), huh
What I spent a week probably your advance, huh
Told her that I jigg, girl, I don't dance (Let's go)
Wanna see me? Bitch, you better catch an Uber (Catch an Uber)
He a bitch, but he claim he a shooter (Brrt, bow)
Pistol Pete run down with the ruger
Throw a shot, hit your top, your medulla (Huh)
Uh, now you're dead, dead (Huh?)
With a motherfuckin' bullet in your head, head (Huh?)
Huh, yeah, heard what I said, said (Huh?)
That's gon' happen if you're playin' with my bread, bread (Huh?)
'Cause I'm a young **** lick, hit a young snipe (Young snipe)
Fresh to death, like a baby, no wipe (No wipe)
Keep a strap, you would think I'm a dyke (I'm a dyke)
If it's static, we gon' get you on sight (On sight)
Written by: Charles Edward Claeys, Jack Richard Thierer, Popp Hunna
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