Stop snitchin – Yg lyrics

Lyrics Stop snitchin – Yg

Stop snitchin lyrics
[Intro]
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a

[Chorus]
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a (Uh-oh!)

[Verse]
I can smell a b***h n***a a mile away
Type of n***a so b***h, he should put “b***h-made” on his license plate (B***h!)
From that real s**t, you b***h niggas play hide and seek (B***h-a*s niggas)
Me and b***h niggas, we don’t conversate
B***h niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate (B***h-a*s n***a)
But nah, n***a, I’m a real n***a, I had a bag of weight
You got fear in your heart so you cooperate (B***h)
I can’t stand how b***h niggas 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 s**t (S**t)
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)
Ayy, whoever raised you need to get slapped
Karma is a b***h and she gon’ get you, n***a, just like that
‘Cause once a b***h n***a, always a b***h, facts

[Chorus]
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a (Uh-oh!)
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a

[Verse 2]
B***h niggas always contemplate
Always contemplate what on they’re tryna say
B***h n***a leave the house, think he fly today
B***h n***a don’t even know what’s ’bout to come his way, bop
B***h n***a, 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, n***a)
Ayy, so think twice before attacking me versuri-lyrics.info
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 hoe, you know she our’s
I hate a b***h n***a, I hate a b***h n***a, I swear to God
I don’t know what’s worse, b***h niggas or alchohol

[Chorus]
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a (Uh-oh!)
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a
B***h n***a, snitch n***a, ho n***a, b***h n***a