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STOP SNITCHING (Explicit) - A$AP Rocky
Lyrics by：Rakim Mayers
Composed by：Rakim Mayers
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
