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letra de snitchin (remix) - pop smoke

[intro]
so, you got the job doing what?
bro, i get paid to snitch now, n-gga it’s really classified, i can’t really talk about this sh-t, my n-gga
oh, my god
only reason i’m tellin you this, ’cause you my boy but don’t f-ck with me, you see what i did to roger you seen what i did to roger forty years
he had forty years?
forty years, b-tch, you don’t wanna sign that plea forty years
d-mn
don’t f-ck with me
seth the chef
buddah blessed this beat
yeah, huncho

[verse 1: quavo]
look at my status (status)
no, i’m not braggin’, i’m not average (average)
my b-tch want a patek (patek) i bought her a whip and i told her, “stop naggin'” (skrr)
too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin’ (bling)
i bought it off backend (shinin’)
the club is packed in (packed in)
step in your city, we goin’ in (goin’ in)
drop the top, let’s blow the wind (drop top)
f-ck the cops, we goin’ big
n-ggas out here hate the kid, ’cause i run it up when supposed to be dead, uh
b-tch, i’m a player (player)
n-gga, we’re trappin’ and checkin’ the mail, yeah
look at my layers, designer my jacket, i’m handin’ out bills, yeah
these n-ggas dead, soon as i said it, they wanna go tell, yeah
the way that you playin’ (ayy), n-ggas out here be workin’ with 12

[chorus: quavo]
d-mn (woo), snitchin’ n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (woo) d-mn, snitchin’ n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (snitchin’) snitchin’ n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (snitchin’) d-mn, snitchin’ n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (d-mn)

[verse 2: quavo]
they workin’, they clockin’, they watchin’
no stoppin, no options, we ballin’, we poppin’
we goin’, let’s go, get money, get mo’, the show
i got it, and there’s plenty mo’ on the boat (uh)
n-gga, we came from the bottom
yes, it’s time for the bosses to toast (toast)
me and the dog got collars
we puttin’ diamonds on top of the chokers (ice)
f-ck n-gga, come in the lane
sh-t, we droppin’ him off like a floater (float)
i ain’t gon’ mention his name but if he do, it’s like that then it’s over (snitch)

[chorus: quavo]
d-mn, snitchin’
n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (woo)
d-mn, snitchin’
n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (snitchin’)
snitchin’
n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (snitchin’)
d-mn, snitchin’
n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (snitchin’)

[verse 3: pop smoke]
smoke, look
said i pull up, amiri, got ninas attached
walk in the buildin’, i shake up the room
f-ck on your lady, no feelings attached
just don’t talk out your mouth ’cause she holdin’ the broom
yeah, yeah, walk in (walk in), then walk up out it
there’s never a day i don’t walk without it (no)
shoot a n-gga, never talk about it (shh)
’cause these n-ggas be rats, yeah (rats)
i had to shoot it in class (class) i had the ninas attached
f-ckin’ ’round, see, i had the best batch (woo)
if quavo told me get him, then i’ma do the dash (i’ma do the dash) yeah, yeah, dash (dash), i take off like a rocket (yeah)

[verse 4: king von]
did a lot of dirt myself, dirty
thirty on me, shoot ’em like steph curry
sh-lls get to raining, gettin’ wet up, huh?
fall and your ass won’t get up, nah
b-tch, i get busy with choppers and glizzies
i’m ridin’ through the city, this glock got no safety
keep that b-tch with me so please do not tempt me
i squeeze ’til it’s empty, you thinkin’, you crazy
bad b-tch from another country, foreign
slam dunk all on the p-ssy, scoring
n-gga, i’m on to the next, she boring
finna pull up on her friend, who’s goin’?
bands on me, money won’t fold, d-mn
leprechaun, where is me gold bands?
can’t catch the drip, you got no hands
i ain’t got opps, i got all fans
i be slidin’ on n-ggas, straight patchin’ them
you ain’t wanna die, why you lack with them?
hoppin’ up out of them astro vans
caught your ass, boy, you can’t hide from ’em
we dangerous, tooka, man, smoke ’em like angel dust
boy, you ain’t gang, you a stain, you can’t hang with us
glizzies on every gang member that came wit us
aim and just spray at them n-ggas that ain’t wit us

[chorus: quavo]
d-mn, snitchin’
n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (woo, yeah)
d-mn, snitchin’
n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (snitchin’)
snitchin’
n-ggas be out here snitchin’, uh (d-mn ,yeah)
n-ggas be out here snitchin’

[verse 5: young thug]
she gon’ look over these b-tches like terms and conditions (and what?)
i’ma move her out the trenches and buy her a bentley (and what?)
i’ma f-ck her then hold on to her like she gon’ miss me (and what?)
i’ma pull on that wavy hair ’cause it’s indian remy (swoo)
i grab the key, she wanna ride with me (skrrt)
she tied the knot so she can die with me (and what?)
she say she can do the same thing as 5 b-tches (so what you do?)
so i went and fired them 5 b-tches (d-mn)
she the b-e-s-t, best (she the best, she the best)
she ride me, 200 on that p-ssy like a t-rex (better than the rest)
i won’t stop lovin’ her, no way (ayy)
no way, i’ma invest (swear for god, i’ma invest)
in her

[verse 6: lil tjay]
17, but i feel like i’m grown
when i was locked up, ridin’ on my own
and you know when i’m finna go home
but i’m here right now
can’t slack, i’ma snap, this my year right now (right now)
they gon’ stare, bling blow (bling blow)
i done came this far in a year, like how? (like how?)
we don’t like to play fair (no fair)
send my k!llers out make that boy disappear (that boy disappear)
we don’t like to play games
they like “lil tjay, he made it, he doin’ his thing” (he doin’ his thing)
and i’m still with my bros (i’m still with my bros)
i’ma do it for smelly, you know how it goes (you know how it goes)
sip a little patrón
told the opps grab a life, and stop callin’ my phone (stop callin’ my phone)
new watch, need a bust down
got used to the hate, i don’t really give a f-ck now
show love when i touch down (when i touch down)
sound different when i step up on the crowd, they gon buckwild (they go buckwild)
it’s off the top, no rehe-rs- n-gga (no, no)
i call the gang, they gon’ put you in the dirt n-gga
i be in a foreign buck 20 when i skrt n-gga
like a hand off, i’m the first, n-gga (nah, nah)

[verse 7: nle choppa]
we put the drac’ up to yo’ face
i seen lil tevo knock him out
i bet we put him in his place
twenty drac’s up in this house and we all posted with k’s
let him play, i air him out, i just walk ’em down in my j’s
i’m still posted with cuttas
i shoot at mammas and brothas
we ain’t worried ’bout the others
we see them n-ggas, they suffer
we bagged ’em up in the duffel
we back ’em up then we bust ’em
i bought my flip flops a (grrr)
’cause i’m shootin’ i’m never scufflin’ when the murda come and meet you and yo’ door
yeah, it’s me, b-tch
ar-15 and it got a scope, with my ski, b-tch
big grape on the vine, big glo’ we spinnin’ g sh-t
take yo’ diss on, get you k!lled, then make a remix
do you wanna slide tonight?
if he don’t he gonna die tonight
thousand dollar glock, exotic pipe, you know we grip it tight
get the prices right, catch him on sight, walk up and take his life
told the opps to white the chalk up, then his body laid that night
campin’ out in bushes and ditches, that’s if i wanna miss him
by myself, i made the decision, don’t want no codefendant
catch a witness, catch a face shot, don’t need no reminiscin’
bare face, and i’m face to face
catch a case then i’m not guilty

- pop smoke

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