It's Songz Snitches
Trey Songz · Other Songs - Trey Songz
[Trey Songz: Talking]Aye Swizz, you should'a put me on this
Let's go
SONGZ!
[Verse 1:]Chillin in the Rova, listenin' to Hova
Dirt up off of my shoulder, she dig it like a golfer
Fitted on lean, while I'm sippin on lean
Feelin on me while she drink it like a soda
Freeeze, freeze
Tell the fellas it's ova, tell em' he hella colder
They ain't better than me, hell, I be frozen over
I am never to be thought of nothing but soilder
Yup, third degree track, put in the toaster, burt
You could, you could, you could
You could light a match on that, I could put stacks on that
Fact is that, I am like a candle
Burn like wax on tracks
This man to break a nigga back on tracks
Relax for what? I'm a ball till I fall, then I'm right back up
White slacked up, Louie V sneakers
Singin to the bitches and spittin like either
[Hook:]Freeze
You know who it is
It's Songz Nigga
[Verse 2:]Virginia on my back like a spine
Spend ten stacks like a dime
Put the prince back in his time
To bring sense back in the rhymes
A lot of dudes spit, but it's few that's intense
Like they missin they mind, and they slip out, I climb
Aye, get a grip, catch a line
I'm pullin on piff all the time, come and get a wiff
All the dummys in this bitch get live
Whatever I'm lackin, I'm a get mine
There's room for growth, and I'm finna get wide
There's room to boast, and I'm finna get fly
I speak the truth, while a lot of dudes lie
Tell me what you would do if you had to survive
I could eat the booth, a lot of dudes would die, not I
Who wanna test me?
Let's go
SONGZ!
[Verse 1:]Chillin in the Rova, listenin' to Hova
Dirt up off of my shoulder, she dig it like a golfer
Fitted on lean, while I'm sippin on lean
Feelin on me while she drink it like a soda
Freeeze, freeze
Tell the fellas it's ova, tell em' he hella colder
They ain't better than me, hell, I be frozen over
I am never to be thought of nothing but soilder
Yup, third degree track, put in the toaster, burt
You could, you could, you could
You could light a match on that, I could put stacks on that
Fact is that, I am like a candle
Burn like wax on tracks
This man to break a nigga back on tracks
Relax for what? I'm a ball till I fall, then I'm right back up
White slacked up, Louie V sneakers
Singin to the bitches and spittin like either
[Hook:]Freeze
You know who it is
It's Songz Nigga
[Verse 2:]Virginia on my back like a spine
Spend ten stacks like a dime
Put the prince back in his time
To bring sense back in the rhymes
A lot of dudes spit, but it's few that's intense
Like they missin they mind, and they slip out, I climb
Aye, get a grip, catch a line
I'm pullin on piff all the time, come and get a wiff
All the dummys in this bitch get live
Whatever I'm lackin, I'm a get mine
There's room for growth, and I'm finna get wide
There's room to boast, and I'm finna get fly
I speak the truth, while a lot of dudes lie
Tell me what you would do if you had to survive
I could eat the booth, a lot of dudes would die, not I
Who wanna test me?
It's Songz Snitches
Trey Songz’s 'It's Songz Snitches' is a confident, rhythm-driven track that showcases his signature blend of smooth vocals and streetwise lyricism. Released during his rise in the early 2010s, the song reflects his ability to balance vulnerability with swagger, a hallmark of his catalog. While not tied to a specific album, it fits within his broader discography of R&B and hip-hop-infused tracks that helped define his sound. The track’s production and delivery echo the era’s trap-influenced R&B, while Trey’s melodic phrasing keeps it grounded in his soulful roots. It’s a standout moment in his career, capturing the duality of his artistry — both intimate and assertive.