Snitch (Exclusive)

Lyrics
[Intro] (Dexterity) What I wanna say is dat: I really hate you fuckin' snitches! Huhaha! Boom! (World premier) [Hook] You fuckin' little fools, You must be crazy to go up against my tool I don't give a fuck my Glock will deal with you so cruel Students, well I'm da teacher for di school Follow my fuckin' rules Ya fuckin' little snitch Should be dead and put in a ditch Who'd thought you'd rag ah somethin' like dis Leakin' information to da cops, ah get da bis Ya fuckin' little bitch [Verse 1] What's up witcha man? Why ya bring da fuckin' cops witcha man? Even CIA and da SWATs witcha man Gotta say I'm really not witcha man Gonna fire gunshots at ya man There ain't no fuckin' props witcha man Ain't no one chillin' on da block witcha man Prefer to dump ya off in di dark little man I gotta know my stand [Verse 2] We got da product for da money, let's rock Dat's how it goes, we doin' business non-stop We baggin' it, we packin' it on da dock We shippin' it so where da fuck we want it at? You got no luck because da gangsta runs da break Could be abducted even so ah put to waste We got you wrapped up in some fuckin' long tape Bullets to di head, you nah go fuckin' escape [Hook] We ask 'em what we do No fuckin' informer in ya crew Eck aroun' ah say ya gonna get slew Can't smoke di trees, and ya cyaan sip me brews Fuckers just move... Boom, eh [Verse 3] Move up di streets, business keep running We make di chips, money just keep coming We got dem chicks on my dick bumming Fuck dem so hard leave dem girls stunning We thugging it, she loving it She's doing overtime, seems she got drug on it That pussy, my cock it got stuck in it She doesn't want me stop, I keep fucking it All night, I be working it Walking it, yay, chucking it, chucking it Ya me cock ya put in it, put in it ayy Ask her what's her goal She say she want dis ah cock it fit she hole And see no business be ah soul At me hotta ya know so be no cold I'm a inna control [Hook] We ask 'em what we do No fuckin' informer in ya crew Eck aroun' ah say ya gonna get slew Can't smoke di trees, and ya cyaan sip me brews Fuckers just move... Boom, eh
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Credits
- Writers
- M. Collins