STOP SNITCHING (feat. BossMan Dlow & Sauce Walka)

Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much Drop-top Benz with all my pendants Middle finger up, never pointin' with my index 'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin' Won't drop a dime, do my time, standin' on the business (uh, yeah, boy), uh Everything cost too much (it cost) My niggas, we ball too much (we ball) These neighbors, they saw too much (they saw) Quit snitchin', they call too much (they callin') Look, these bitches, they talk too much like such-and-such (uh-huh) Real niggas, they keep in touch (uh-huh) Lil' nigga think he can't be touched (uh-uh) Lil' homie from around the way Got locked up like the othеr day (right) Quiet type, almost sold his life All a suddеn got somethin' to say Caught a case and did a deal with Satan Got extorted, he was givin' payments Now he in the office givin' statements (shh) Plus some people got him on the tape (ooh) Did some shit, then he told (boy) Did a bid, now he grown (boy) Came home, he a clone (boy) Now his life, I don't even know (boy) Not a visit, not a call (boy) The feds were listenin' all along (boy) Self-snitchin' on a song (boy) They was tappin' on his phone (what?) These days, these niggas from a different school These days, these young niggas make snitchin' cool Youngins play by different rules, look, uh I'm from where niggas talk and get physical Niggas shoot and get critical when niggas die, it get Biblical YGs to OGs, stay the fuck up off the interviews You was just on Say Cheese, talkin' like interrogation room RICOs for the whole team (yeah), you was throwin' up the big B's Your partner do the big C's, now you servin' 15 Gucci jeans with the stones Like the old Jim Jones (uh) Been did Rick, did Chrome (yeah) We was so thin back then, just skin and bones (uh) Look how much we grown (yeah) We done been through it all (all) To the end from the start, let's go (ooh-wee) These niggas talkin' too much He get to tellin' when my people sellin', now we gotta slide in the truck (uh-huh) He got the package, it's jumpin', it's brackin', the junkies is buyin' it up (okay) Customers linin' it up, we blowin' 'za in the tux' (ooh-wee) Your baby daddy sit down when he piss, most of these rappers is bitch-made All up in Harlem, Colombian bitch, under her tongue, a big blade How could you snitch on your brother when that was the person that's keepin' your rent paid? Lemonade Cadillac, big laid, I bought the V on Wednesday Too many horses in here Sleepin' with women from Texas to London, it's too many choices in here She got two million for leavin' her husband, I got a divorce in my ear (my ear) Just yesterday, feel asleep in the 'Rari, my bitch got a Porsche in the rear, for real Buddy a fabric, a softener (what?) Niggas'll lie to they mama and daddy, but go tell the truth to an officer Don't be surprised when you coughin' up Flip on the splat, then we offin' him He tried to move out the country, I don't even think they like rats in Yuskavia Stay away from the streets 'cause it's mafias Drop-top Benz with all my pendants Middle finger up, never pointin' with my index 'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin' Won't drop a dime, do my time, standin' on the business (uh, yeah, boy), uh Gucci jeans with the stones Like the old Jim Jones (uh) Been did Rick, did Chrome (yeah) We was so thin back then, just skin and bones (uh) Look how much we grown (yeah) We done been through it all (all) To the end from the start, let's go