The LAMB and Chike made “Snapchat Vs Facebook” to expose the double life most guys run. Snapchat for the baddies, Facebook for the respectable ones; two different worlds on one phone. Chike handles the smooth vocals while Blaqbonez and A-Q jump in with verses about juggling women and keeping things separate.
The track is honest about the games people play with apps and how easy it is to compartmentalize love when technology makes it possible. Press play when you need that unfiltered truth about modern dating.
[Chorus: Chike]
I’ve got the Snapchat for the baddies
Facebook for the mammies uh, uh
That girl they call me when they want it
I’ll be right there till the morning
[Post-Chorus: Chike]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Blaqbonez]
Girl, let me feel ya
Your body fine, you no gat to be unfamiliar
Let a badman take you out for dinner
Doodoodoo, doodoodoo, you and ya sister (Don't go)
Homegirl, telling me that she be celibate
Me no get time for no debate, me dey for my lane
Me no fit run another man race (Yeah, yeah)
Ya, if you’re down you fit call me down when ya touch down
I fit pull up in an AMG, I buss down
Full flex on a bitch, don’t need to rush down
Treat your ass like a queen, you know what’s up now
I fit give you fans like you won big brother
Everything I say is facts, I don’t stutter
Ain’t no cap in my words
I'ma keep it G till the day that I pass
[Chorus: Chike]
I’ve got the Snapchat for the baddies
Facebook for the mammies uh, uh
That girl they call me when they want it
I’ll be right there till the morning
[Post-Chorus: Chike]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: A-Q]
I’ve had a lot of girls, now all I need is one
Type of girl my kids can call their mom
She the dangerous type, my mind is telling me run
Her ass is telling me something, my glands is telling me -uh
Moving like a stripper, she understand pole positions
When I put this pole in you, you gonna feel my pole position
So there’s no confusion, let’s be clear
No solutions, don’t expect no inclusions
When I ghost, no illusions
I’m never on these apps, I don’t want to see those nudes, If it ain’t sitting on my lap
I try to pass (Cap), what a trap
Hit it once or twice and at last I want it back
My bro I’m never looking back, you filling up these hoes
I’m filling bank accounts with stupid cash
You want loyalty get a dog not a pussycat
But a bad bitch would never give you that, facts
