Snitch

{Intro}

Raggity ass snitching bitches, I'm on a mission to get their stitches.

Collecting my riches off their goodbye wishes. Left 'em all to float with the fishes,

Standing by innocently washing all of McDonald dirty ass dishes.

Steady thinking about alibis, counting the pigs that pass me by.

Bitches jealous, wish they could watch the bread multiply.

 

Just trying to keep my lips tight with a seal

Starting to understand why I feel the way I feel, all this fake ass bitches acting real, not knowing what its like to conseal

the secret that I have to Hustle for every meal or steal starting to tear up somebody grab the wheel

Feel like my tires about to squeal and then I realize everything is sureal

 

Starting to get real riled up of this it is a big deal how the fuck does getting called out for be ing a snitching bitch feel

I dont know why im waisting my time spitting this shit about to flip script yes bitch this is legit. About to sit back and watch you get hit

because bitch thats what you get after you run that lip, and yet you sit there and talking all your shit on the people you feel fit this discription

nobody is going to switch theier thoughts to fit your stupid position

Ya bitch i might be trippin' but bitch your really tipping my anger scale before to much longer your stupid ass is gunna get me lock up in jail

kuz once i hit you I wont stop wailing when you start crying woundering why I cant continue to let your slick ass little comments fly by