作词 : Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson/Aaron Tago/Thomas Horton
作曲 : Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson/Aaron Tago/Thomas Horton
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
Uh-oh
I can smell a b***h nigga a mile away
Type of nigga so b***h
He should put b***h-made on his license plate
b***h
From that real shit
You b***h nigga s play hide and seek
Stop Snitchin, b***h-ass nigga s
Me and b***h nigga s we don't conversant
b***h nigga s love saying real nigga s tryna hate
Stop Snitchin, b***h-ass nigga
But nah nigga I'm a real nigga I had a bag of weight
You got fear in your heart so you cooperate
b***h
I can't stand how b***h nigga s operate
You's a b***h
b***h
Your mama know you a b***h
b***h
Your girl even know you a b***h
b***h
I don't know how she suck your d**k pause
You got caught with some shit
shit
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***h and she gon' get you nigga just like that
'Cause once a b***h nigga always a b***h facts
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
Uh-oh
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga s always contemplate
Always contemplate what on they're tryna say
b***h nigga leave the house think he fly today
b***h nigga don't even know
What's 'bout to come his way bop
b***h nigga you should bleed for seven days
No test touch the road 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 wrap sheet
Check it nigga
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***h
She a h*e you know she our's
I hate a b***h nigga
I hate a b***h nigga I swear to God
I don't know what's worse b***h nigga s or alcohol
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
Uh-oh
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga
b***h nigga snitch nigga ho nigga b***h nigga