Snitch lyrics
by Joey Trap
My n*gga 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 20 racks on my teeth
And 20 racks how much it cost for a feat
You n*ggas 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 f*ck and you in the friend zone
Calling me trap cus I got like ten phones
And we flying high everyday like a n*gga
Jim Jones
Keep number 9 like I’m rondo
f*ck number 12 it’s Free Rondo
You n*ggas broke trust me I know
Check your girl insta she follow
But she don’t like none my picks
Prolly cus you always talking that sh*t
How about this you hop off of my di*k
And right where you was we put your b*tch lips
Ok
Ok
You nice as me n*gga no way
n*gga this bape boy you still rocking obey
Plug by the border like shout out to Jose
Only one n*gga with more than one b*tch
Only one n*gga 19 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 drakeo it sing like it’s drake
30 Lil bullets for all of you fakes
Whatch a n*gga playin with the rubber bands
Joey trap that n*gga he be runnin bands
Chopper make a n*gga do the running man
Gucci’s on my feet and you n*ggas whearing f*ckin vans mm
Ooh
Get this lil n*gga a tissue
Ooh
All these lil n*ggas some issues
Ooh
Y’all n*ggas fake as a b*tch
Ain’t seen you since high school so why would I miss you
Ooh
I play with guns n*gga f*ck ya jujitsu
Put that red dot on your head like a Hindu
Girl you a thot no I don’t wanna kiss you
My n*gga 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 20 racks on my teeth
And 20 racks how much it cost for a feat
You n*ggas 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 f*ck and you in the friend zone
Calling me trap cus I got like ten phones
And we flying high everyday like a n*gga
Jim Jones
Keep number 9 like I’m rondo
f*ck number 12 it’s Free Rondo
You n*ggas broke trust me I know
Check your girl insta she follow
But she don’t like none my picks
Prolly cus you always talking that sh*t
How about this you hop off of my di*k
And right where you was we put your b*tch lips
Ok
Ok
You nice as me n*gga no way
n*gga this bape boy you still rocking obey
Plug by the border like shout out to Jose
Only one n*gga with more than one b*tch
Only one n*gga 19 and I’m rich
Only one pistol leave you in a ditch
So when they ask questions just don’t be a Snitch