Snitch

[Intro]
Drive King
You know, gang shit, you know, man, not on nobody's shit
Yeah

[Chorus]
You keep on rapping 'bout these drillings, you ain't drilled shit
You keep on rapping 'bout these killings, you ain't killed shit
You keep on talking like you with it, you can't buy sticks
I know them niggas buying Q's, they don't buy bricks
He put some money on my head, but they won't get 'round
Feds put that blicky to my chest and told me, "Get down"
They asking questions 'bout my set, but I won't say shit
You know I'm keeping it one hundred, I don't play snitch

[Verse 1]
They must have thought they had me fooled, they ain't got no lines
I used to hit 'em after school, that's on my own line
I swear to God I rap the truth, I don't tell no lies
They think thеy gangster cah they throwing up some gang signs
I'm in this Bеntley, but I keep myself a TEC-9
They out to get me, drillers with me, that's on both sides
Bitches sitting on the fence, they playing both sides
If your boyfriend want revenge, tell him we outside

[Chorus]
You keep on rapping 'bout these drillings, you ain't drilled shit (You ain't drilled)
You keep on rapping 'bout these killings, you ain't killed shit
You keep on talking like you with it, you can't buy sticks (Rah, rah)
I know them niggas buying Q's, they don't buy bricks (They don't buy 'em)
He put some money on my head, but they won't get 'round
Feds put that blicky to my chest and told me, "Get down" (Bah, bah)
They asking questions 'bout my set, but I won't say shit (I won't say anything)
You know I'm keeping it one hundred, I don't play snitch (Ah)

[Verse 2]
She want designer, so I gave the bitch a whole nine
I told her bag this up in pebbles, don't waste no time
I took her shopping with a stainless on my waistline
Bro brandishing a strizzy, we on FaceTime
I did some robberies with a semi and a S-Line
I really came up from the gutter, that's the south side
They gave my nigga life for a murder, murder
Jooked him with his knife, then he turned off

[Chorus]
You keep on rapping 'bout these drillings, you ain't drilled shit (You ain't drilled)
You keep on rapping 'bout these killings, you ain't killed shit
You keep on talking like you with it, you can't buy sticks (Rah, rah)
I know them niggas buying Q's, they don't buy bricks (They don't buy 'em)
He put some money on my head, but they won't get 'round
Feds put that blicky to my chest and told me, "Get down" (Bah, bah)
They asking questions 'bout my set, but I won't say shit (I won't say anything)
You know I'm keeping it one hundred, I don't play snitch (Ah)

[Outro]
(The hocus pocus Harry James, brr)