I Got Snacks Bro [Intro — hype whisper / beat rising] (beat creeping in) (bass warming) (smoke lifting) Fridge light glowing like a tiny sun, GSC in the lungs, Runtz in the room, and a backpack full of destiny. I step in like: “Don’t trip… I GOT SNACKS BRO.” [Hook — crowd chant / bounce] (heavy pocket) (bass slap) (chant energy) I GOT SNACKS BRO I GOT SNACKS BRO Say it loud Say it slow Whole squad fed Whole couch froze We ain’t movin’ till the bag says “no.” [Verse 1 — flex flow / hype talk‑rap] (lean forward) (grin) I got Sour Patch Kids for the sour hour, Swedish Fish swimming in the bowl like power, Gummy bears, gummy worms, whole zoo on deck, Twix, Kit Kat, break bars like a flex. Starburst poppin’, Skittles rainin’, Reese’s Pieces peanut‑butter savin’. I packed like a mission, desert expedition, and the desert is the living room with perfect conditions. [Pre‑Chorus — hype lift] (beat climbs) (shoulders bounce) Hunger hit. I was ready. That’s love in a grocery bag heavy. [Chorus — full hype / anthem] (drop) I GOT SNACKS BRO I GOT SNACKS BRO Sit your ass down I came prepared Crunch in the mix Sugar in the blood We ain’t leaving this couch till the bag says we’re done. [Post‑Chorus — call & response] (call) You good? (answer) I’m good. (call) You sure? (answer) I GOT SNACKS BRO. [Verse 2 — hype detail / candy flex] (beat swings) Haribo worms in the cup holder, Reese’s Pieces like peanut soldiers, Milky Way, Snickers, Crunch, Krackel, Candy lineup lookin’ like a draft battle. We’re on Blue Dream, slidin’ into Ice Cream Cake, Zkittlez in rotation, Sherbert in the vape. Act one: we fly. Act two: we forage. I skipped act two with a bag full of storage. [Pre‑Chorus 2 — hype boast] Some people bring vibes. I bring logistics. Snacks so loud they break physics. [Chorus 2 — bigger / louder] I GOT SNACKS BRO I GOT SNACKS BRO Sit your ass down I came prepared Crunch in the mix Sugar in the blood We ain’t leaving this couch till the bag says we’re done. [Bridge — hype whisper / beat drop-out] (beat cuts) (whisper flex) Bro… Bro… Check the side pocket. Yeah. That one. Fun Dip. Pop Rocks. I thought of you when I grabbed the extra. [Final Chorus — full blast / anthem mode] (drop back in) I GOT SNACKS BRO I GOT SNACKS BRO Don’t you dare say you’re starving I did the work Open the pack Bless the room We getting loud then we getting quiet then we getting chips again. [Outro — hype fade / couch victory] Lights low. Bag open. Strains hittin’. Candy glistening. Couch conquered. Night secured. I GOT SNACKS BRO.
