Snitches

Motherfucker

You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique

We gon' hit yo' ass up

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches

So how about hittin' a motherfucker on my pager

Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later

Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega

Fuckin' with the player that done made her, huh

A motherfuckin' mack tonight

Stay back stay strapped cause my raps is tight

You fuckin' punks, I hate you snitches

Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches

He don't want no one-on-one (yeah)

He grab that gun

Equipped with the clip, my son

What happened to a fist fight?

Really with the shit

If a nigga pull up on me

Might shoot a nigga dick right off

And niggas often kissing coffins

'Cause their brothers steady barking

At the system

Like their bitch at the apartment but

This Glock I trust, this motherfuckin' Glock I

Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin'

I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton

Biggie Smalls on a higher plane

Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain

Make your shit splatter

Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter

After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit

Down your backbone to where your motherfucking'shit drip

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin' ass niggas and you punk ass snitches

I just did a show and got it lit ya little nigga

And my freestyles killing your originals nigga

Couldn't name a bitch I couldn't get ya little nigga

You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know nigga

You ain't from Toronto, put that on the Bible

I put six hollows in your Ferragamo

Nigga, you from Brampton, go spin the bottle

Bitch I'm from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado

Now come get on my level, I'm hard as metal

I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel

I bury all of you little ninja turtles

You Donatello, you soft as jello

You must be gone off that Amaretto

It's hard to tell 'cause you soft as pillows

You fucking midget, I call you Willow

I throw you out a fucking car window

I step all over your Margielas, you caught feelings

Yo' heart spinning, my bars illing

I'm Bob Dylan, I'm John Lennon, I'm authentic

Your bars running no off limits

Don't talk business, don't talk, listen

I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck!

What, nigga

You old fake ass nigga

Fuck out my face nigga

Standin' there wearin' all them Pendletons and khakis and all that

You soft as a motherfuckin' grape

Ain't this a motherfuckin' bitch

I can see right through your flower ass