Snitch
My nigga I walk with a check
These shoes cost a rack so you know I'ma flex 'em
Just left the condo I'm dippin' from Texas
My whip a space ship my family The Jetsons
Look
I through twenty racks on my teeth
And twenty racks how much it cost for a feat
You niggas a sidewalk you not in the street
Your girl gave me top and said I tasted sweet
Yeah
You in a civic but this a Benzo
I'm finna fuck and you in the friend zone
Calling me trap 'cause I got like ten phones
And we flying high everyday like a nigga
Jim Jones
Keep number 9 like I'm rondo
Fuck number 12 it's Free Rondo
You niggas broke trust me I know
Check your girl Insta she follow
But she don't like none my picks
Probably 'cause you always talking that shit
How about this you hop off of my dick
And right where you was we put your bitch lips
Okay
Okay
You nice as me nigga no way
Nigga this Bape boy you still rocking obey
Plug by the border like shout out to Jose
Only one nigga with more than one bitch
Only one nigga nineteen and I'm rich
Only one pistol leave you in a ditch
So when they ask questions just don't be a Snitch
Why would I trust you boy you is a snake
I don't wan cuff you girl I need a break
Pull out my Draco it sing like it's Drake
Thirty lil' bullets for all of you fakes
Watch a nigga playin' with the rubber bands
Joey trap that nigga he be runnin' bands
Chopper make a nigga do the running man
Gucci's on my feet and you niggas wearing fuckin' Vans mm
Ooh
Get this lil' nigga a tissue
Ooh
All these lil' niggas some issues
Ooh
Y'all niggas fake as a bitch
Ain't seen you since high school so why would I miss you
Ooh
I play with guns nigga fuck ya jujitsu
Put that red dot on your head like a Hindu
Girl you a thot no I don't wanna kiss you
My nigga I walk with a check
These shoes cost a rack so you know I'ma flex 'em
Just left the condo I'm dippin' from Texas
My whip a space ship my family The Jetsons
Look
I through twenty racks on my teeth
And twenty racks how much it cost for a feat
You niggas a sidewalk you not in the street
Your girl gave me top and said I tasted sweet
Yeah
You in a civic but this a Benzo
I'm finna fuck and you in the friend zone
Calling me trap 'cause I got like ten phones
And we flying high everyday like a nigga
Jim Jones
Keep number 9 like I'm rondo
Fuck number 12 it's Free Rondo
You niggas broke trust me I know
Check your girl Insta she follow
But she don't like none my picks
Probably 'cause you always talking that shit
How about this you hop off of my dick
And right where you was we put your bitch lips
Okay
Okay
You nice as me nigga no way
Nigga this Bape boy you still rocking obey
Plug by the border like shout out to Jose
Only one nigga with more than one bitch
Only one nigga nineteen and I'm rich
Only one pistol leave you in a ditch
So when they ask questions just don't be a Snitch
