Pop Smoke – Snitching Lyrics (feat. Future & Quavo)

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So, you got the job doing what?
Bro, I get payed to snitch now, nigga
It’s really classified, I can’t really talk about this shit, my nigga
Oh, my God
Only reason I’m tellin you this, ’cause you my boy
But don’t f*ck with me, you see what I did to Roger
You seen what I did to Roger
Forty years
He had forty years?
Forty years, bitch, you don’t wanna sign that plee
Forty years
Damn
Don’t f*ck with me
Buddah blessed this beat
Huncho

[Quavo:]
Look at my status (Status)
No, I’m not braggin’, I’m not average (Average)
My bitch want a Patek (Patek)
I bought her a whip and I told her to stop naggin’ (Skrr)
Too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin’ (Bling)
I bought it back in (Shinin’)
The club is packed in (Packed in)
Step in your city we goin’ in (Goin’ in)
Drop the top, let’s blow the wind (Drop top)
f*ck the cops, we goin’ big
Niggas out here hate the kid, ’cause I’m runnin’ up when supposed to be dead, uh
Bitch, I’m a player (Player)
Nigga we’re trappin’, and checkin’ the mail, yeah
Look at my layers, designer my jacket, I’m handin’ out bills, yeah
These niggas dead, soon as I said it, they wanna go tell, yeah
The way that you playin’ (Ayy), niggas out here workin’ with 12

Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin, uh (Snitchin’)

They workin’, they clockin’, they watchin’
No stoppin, no options, we ballin’, we poppin’
We goin’, let’s go, get money, get mo’ for sure
I got it, and there’s plenty mo’ on the boat (Uh)
Nigga we came from the bottom
Yes, it’s time for the bosses to toast (Toast)
Me and the dog got collars
We puttin’ diamonds on top of the chokers (Ice)
f*ck nigga, come in the lane
Shit, we droppin’ him off like a floater (Float)
I ain’t gon’ mention his name
But if he do, then it’s like that and it’s over (Snitch)

Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)

[Pop Smoke:]
Said I pull up in Amiri, got ninas attached
Walk in the buildin’, I shake up the room
f*ck on your lady, no feelings attached

Don’t talk out your mouth ’cause she holdin’ the room
Yeah, yeah, walk in (Walk in), then walk up out it
There’s never a day I don’t walk without it (Ssh)
Shoot a nigga, never talk about it
‘Cause these niggas be rats, yeah (Rats)
I had to shoot it in class (Class)
I had the ninas attached
f*ck and run, see I had the bitch badge (Woo)
If Quavo told me get him, then I’ma do the dash (I’ma do the dash)
Yeah, dash (Dash), I take off like a rocket (Yeah)

[Quavo:]
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)

[Future:]
Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown
Pick a town, I get down
Chrome hearts, chrome hearts
Bitches love my style
Look at how my wrist glow, huh
Two-fifty just for the watch, uh
Posted on the block, I was servin’ for dollar
I caught a wave, it’s amazing, Margiela
Audemar, water, Beretta, vendetta
Tell a McCartney, you came with the bezel
Takin’ off just like a rocket and got racks in my pocket
I’m havin’ my way with these hoes
Shawty in love with my diamonds
She love how they twinkle
She love how they glisten, they glow
Pour up a four like I’m young Tony Stoke
One in the head, 99 more to go
Went in a winner, pull up like a GOAT
Trippin’ and spillin’, now that shit on the floor
Came from the gutter, that’s word from the bro
I’m Evel Knievel, these niggas some divas
I’m really havin’ more hits than The Beatles
I was out trappin’ with keys like Alicia
I be finessin’ my plug, got it cheaper
Bought some new killers, I bought some new choppers
Hey
I’m on the block with the Devil, I hang with the robbers
Any hood we go, they treat me like God, huh
Switch up the flow for the visual
Just so you know that I’m spiritual
All of my money identical
Bluefaces, bluefaces keep me one hundred
They on the woo shit
Niggas gon’ shoot your shit
You ain’t no woo, nigga
You ain’t gon’ do shit

[Quavo:]
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)
Damn, snitchin’
Niggas be out here snitchin’, uh (Snitchin’)

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