Pop Smoke - Snitching (Lyrics) ft. Quavo, Future
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➥ Lyrics:

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 shit, my n*gga
Oh, my God
Only reason I'm tellin you this, 'cause you my boy
But don't fuck with me, you see what I did to Roger
You seen what I did to Roger
Forty years
He had forty years?
Forty years, bitch, you don't wanna sign that plea
Forty years
Damn
Don't fuck 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 bitch 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)
Fuck the cops, we goin' big
N*ggas out here hate the kid, 'cause I run it up when supposed to be dead, uh
Bitch, 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]
Damn (Woo), snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Woo)
Damn, snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
Snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin, uh (Snitchin')
Damn, snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin, uh (Damn)

[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)
Fuck n*gga, come in the lane
Shit, 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]
Damn, snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Woo)
Damn, snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
Snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
Damn, snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')

[Verse 3: Pop Smoke]
Said I pull up, Amiri, got ninas attached
Walk in the buildin', I shake up the room
Fuck on your lady, no feelings attached
Don't talk out your mouth 'cause she holdin' the room
Yeah, yeah, walk in (Walk in), then walk up out it
There's never a day I don't walk without it
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
Fuckin' '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, dash (Dash), I take off like a rocket (Yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Damn, snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Woo)
Damn, snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
Snitchin'
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
Damn
N*ggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')

[Verse 4: Future]
Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown
Pick a town, lock it down
Chrome Hearts, Chrome Hearts
Bitches love my style
Look at how my wrist glow, huh
Two-fifty just for the watch, uh
Post on the block, I was servin' for dollar
I caught a wave, it's amazing, Margiela
Audemars, water, Beretta, vendetta
Stella McCartney, you came with the bezel
Takin' off just like a rocket, got racks in my pocket
I'm havin' my way with these hoes
Shawty in love with my diamonds, she love how they twinkle
She love how they glisten, they glow
Pour up a four like I'm young Tony Stoke
One in the head, 99 more to go
Went in a winner, pull up like a GOAT
Trippin' and spillin', chinchilla on the floor
Came from the gutter, that's word from the bro
I'm Evel Knievel, these n*ggas some divas
I'm really havin' more hits than The Beatles
I was out trappin' with keys like Alicia
I be finessin' my plug, got it cheaper
Bought some new killers, I bought some new choppers, hey
I'm on the block with the Devil, I hang with the robbers
Any hood we go, they treat me like God, huh
Switch up the flow for the visual
Just so you know that I'm spiritual
All of my money identical
Blue faces, blue faces, keep it one hundred
They want that Woo shit
N*ggas gon' shoot your shit
You ain't no Woo, n*gga
You ain't gon' do shit