STOP SNITCHING (feat. BossMan Dlow)

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 other day (right)
Quiet type, almost sold his life
All a sudden 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' fifteen

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 (oohwee)

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' (oohwee)
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
Rrr, 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 splatt, 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