NO SNITCHING lyrics

by

Lil Mabu


[Intro]
(Say hello to my little friend)

[Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang), that's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a chopper on the blade (Grrah, grrah), put a blade on a switch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm makin' money while I p*ss (Huh, makin' money while I p*ss), like

[Verse 1: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
Double M, b*tch, we the Feva (Feva)
Dead off the muddy, go pour up a liter (Boom)
Back on his head, he a Peter (Peter)
Glock 19 and I'm namin' it Tina (Tina)
One-sixty on the dash (Okay), ain't checkin' the meter (The meter)
You bettеr not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (Rrr, amnеsia)

[Verse 2: Lil Mabu]
I got a plug from the P, free Snow, damn, the cops got him
c*ck one, make the block run, opps duck
I got the drop on some funds, man, I'm finna cop some (Finna cop one)
I'm finna cop that icy piece from Lyana, grrah

[Verse 3: Dusty Locane]
I gotta keep it thorough, I ain't one of them
Y'all n*ggas di*k ride, go get back for the n*gga you call your friend
Cut that fake sh*t, all pretend, if I miss, I spin again
Spin again, spin again, and I might just hit his— (Shh)
[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang), that's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a chopper on the blade, put a blade on a switch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith, grrah)
I don't miss (Grrah), I'm makin' money (Gang, gang, gang) while I p*ss (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 4: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
Hop out the Scat', where my shooters at? Guess they runnin' late
All my opps probably smokin' rock, so I got time to waste (Oppy)
Picked up my pace 'cause I saw a shop ten feet down the block (Grrah, grrah)
He ain't got a lock, so I walk into it, then I saw the boss (How's it go?)
And he like, "Hi," he said, "How's your day?" I said, "I'm doin' great" (Ha)
Then I upped it at his face and I said, "Open up that case" (Open up that case)
I took a chain, plus a pendant too (Grrah), dependin' on my mood
I need to run, but the front is shot, I only got one too (Get out my way)
Then I saw twelve, Dusty rang my bell, he said, "What's the move?" (What's the move, cuz?)
I said, "I'm doomed 'cause the cops just said that if I move, they shoot"
Said, "You a fool, if you got the jewels, then I'll be there at 2"
Now I'm pacin' and my heart is racin', don't know what to do (I do, I do)
I'm actin' cool, drippy like a pool, waitin' for the goons (Grrah)
Then I seen 05, let off two, we starting racin' with the loot (Racing with the loot)

[Bridge: Lil Mabu]
(Don't run, don't trip, grrah, don't run, don't trip, grrah, grrah)
(We started racing with the loot)
Gang, gang, gang
(Grrah, we started, grrah)
Gang, gang, gang
[Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang), that's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a chopper on the blade, put a blade on a switch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm makin' money (Gang, gang, gang) while I p*ss, like (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 5: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
How many n*ggas you know is ready to spin when it's time for the drama? (For the drama)
I'm lettin' off every shot in this clip, I put that sh*t on my mama (Grrt, grrt, grrah, grrt)
The homies told me, "Chill out," bag on his head so he dyin' proper (Rest in p*ss, prof')
We might've mixed it up with Fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor (A doctor)
Them Double Ms just to work (Just to work), first n*gga run up, get hit with that— (Mabu)

[Verse 6: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
And you know I ain't missin' that
Got a beam on my head with a fit to match
pus*y n*ggas be all for the chitty-chat (The chitty-chat)
I'ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap (Knock his fitted cap)
Can't say no to the poles and I'm gon' beat him down with a bat
I put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like an hour, I'm leavin' him flat (Hahahaha)
I got a custom boot with your face on it, now he off the map (Rrr)
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