A$AP Rocky – STOP SNITCHING (feat. Bossman Dlow & Sauce Walka) Lyrics

A$AP Rocky – STOP SNITCHING (feat. Bossman Dlow & Sauce Walka) Lyrics
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A$AP Rocky (feat. Bossman Dlow & Sauce Walka)
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    "STOP SNITCHING." - A$AP Rocky (feat. Bossman Dlow & Sauce Walka)

    Album: Don't Be Dumb
    Track No: 08
    Boy, this how rich **** livin', everything cost too much
    Boy, this how rich **** livin', everything cost too much
    Drop-top Benz with all my pendants
    Middle finger up, never pointin' with my index
    'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin'
    Won't drop a dime, do my time, standin' on the business, uh (Uh, yeah, boy)
    Everything cost too much (It cost)
    My ****, we ball too much (We ball)
    These neighbors, they saw too much (They saw it)
    Quit snitchin', they call too much (They callin')
    Look, these bitches, they talk too much like such-and-such (Uh-huh)
    Real ****, they keep in touch (Uh-huh)
    Lil' **** think he can't be touched (Uh-uh)
    Lil' homie from around the way got locked up like the other day (Word?)
    Quiet type almost all his life, all of a sudden, got somethin' to say
    Caught a case and did a deal with Satan, got extorted, he was givin' payments
    Now he in the office givin' statements, plus some people got him on the tape (Shh, ooh)
    Did some shit, then he told (Boy)
    Did a bid, now he grown (Boy)
    Came home, he a clone (Boy)
    Now his life, I don't even know (Boy)
    Not a visit, not a call (Boy)
    The feds were listenin' all along (Boy)
    Self-snitchin' on a song (Boy)
    They was tappin' on his phone (What?)
    These days, these **** from a different school
    These days, these young **** make snitchin' cool
    Youngin's play by different rules, look, uh
    I'm from where **** talk and get physical
    **** shoot and get critical
    When **** die, it get biblical
    YGs to OGs, stay the fuck up off the interviews
    You was just on Say Cheese, talkin' like interrogation room
    RICOs for the whole team, you was throwin' up the big B's (Yeah)
    Your partner do the big C's, now you servin' fifteen
    Gucci jeans with the stones
    Like the old Jim Jones (Uh)
    Been did Rick, did Chrome (Yeah)
    We was so thin back then, just skin and bones (Uh)
    Look how much we grown (Yeah)
    We done been through it all (All)
    To the end from the start, let's go (Ooh-wee)
    These **** talkin' too much
    He get to tellin' when my people sellin', now we gotta slide in the truck (Uh-huh)
    He got the packages jumpin', it's brackin', the junkies is buyin' it up (Okay)
    Customers linin' it up, we blowin' za in the tux (Ooh-wee)
    Your baby daddy sit down when he piss, most of these rappers is bitch-made
    All up in Harlem, Colombian bitch, under her tongue, a big blade
    How could you snitch on your brother when that was the person that's keepin' your rent paid?
    Lemonade Cadillac, big laid, I bought the V on Wednesday
    Rrr, too many horses in here
    Sleepin' with women from Texas to London, it's too many choices in here
    She got two million for leavin' her husband, I got a divorce in my ear (My ear)
    Just yesterday, fell asleep in the 'Rari, my bitch got a Porsche in the rear, for real
    Buddy, your fabric is softener (What?)
    ****'ll lie to they mama and daddy but go tell the truth to an officer
    Don't be surprised when you coughin' up
    Flip on the splatt, then we offin' him
    He tried to move out the country, I don't even think they like rats in Yuskavia
    Stay away from the streets 'cause it's mafias
    Drop-top Benz with all my pendants
    Middle finger up, never pointin' with my index
    'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin'
    Won't drop a dime, do my time, standin' on the business, uh (Uh, yeah, boy)
    Gucci jeans with the stones
    Like the old Jim Jones (Uh)
    Been did Rick, did Chrome (Yeah)
    We was so thin back then, just skin and bones (Uh)
    Look how much we grown (Yeah)
    We done been through it all (All)
    To the end from the start, let's go

    Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr., Rex Kudo, Devante McCreary & Albert Walker Mondane.

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