Stop Snitchin lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga

[Chorus]
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga (Uh-oh!)

[Verse 1]
I can smell a b*tch n*gga a mile away
Type of n*gga so b*tch, he should put "b*tch-made" on his license plate (b*tch!)
From that real sh*t you b*tch n*ggas play hide and seek (b*tch-ass n*ggas)
Me and b*tch n*ggas, we don't conversate
b*tch n*ggas love saying real n*ggas tryna hate (b*tch-ass n*gga)
But nah, n*gga, I’m a real n*gga, I had to bag up weight
You got fear in your heart so you cooperate (b*tch)
I can't stand how b*tch n*ggas operate
You's a b*tch (b*tch), your mama know you a b*tch (b*tch)
Your girl even know you a b*tch (b*tch)
I don’t know how she suck your di*k, pause
You got caught with some sh*t (sh*t)
With your best friend and your clique (Clique)
Y'all got caught hittin' a lick (Hit)
Everybody went down 'cause you snitched (Aw)
Whoever raised you ain't do a good job at that (That)
Whoever raised you need to get slapped
Karma is a b*tch and she gon' get you, n*gga, just like that
'Cause once a b*tch, n*gga, always a b*tch, facts
[Chorus]
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga (Uh-oh!)
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga

[Verse 2]
b*tch n*ggas always contemplate
Always contemplate what on they tryna say
b*tch n*gga leave the house, think he fly today
b*tch n*gga don't even know what’s ’bout to come his way, bop
b*tch n*gga, you should bleed for seven days
No testosterone, you scared to catch a fade
I got in a fight and you ain't fight
You ran off, so next time I see you, I’ll knock you out on sight
(Bing, bing, bing) Ayy, I don't want no rap beef
'Cause I'm really gon’ slide, check my rap sheet (Check it, n*gga)
Ayy, so think twice before attacking me
I'ma pull a gun out, I ain't gon' run, I ain't no athlete
(Boom-boom-boom-boom!) You count the next man's pockets
You fall, pillow talking to that b*tch, she a ho, you know she our's
I hate a b*tch n*gga, I hate a b*tch n*gga, I swear to God
I don't know what's worse, b*tch n*ggas or alcohol
[Chorus]
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga (Uh-oh!)
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga
b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, ho n*gga, b*tch n*gga