Gangsta Snitches

(album: The Golden Child - 2022)

Grah, grah grah grah grah, grah grah grah
Gang gang gang, gang gang gang
Look, look

She wanna take trips
Be a bad bitch, fuck her on the boat while we get lit
Popping champagne while you pop your pussy, all up in the mix
Cuban linked up wrapped around my neck, Rollie on the wrist
Grabbing on her hips, when she getting dicked
You ain't talking bread, we ain't finna talk, boy see you later
See a nigga stacked up, when you see the bread, you gon' see a laser
'Member days in the trap, cooking to the fiends, know I had to cater
Get bread, not paper, and baby girl I'm a player
Like, you wasn't riding out
Them niggas had go killed your mans, you wasn't popping out
I heard you talking to the feds, you be copping out
One of them niggas shot my brothers, we gon' tie him down
I'm talking gang shit, NASCAR, lane switch
Told her do not get naked, I need the brain bitch
Foreigns from different races, no I'm not racist
And free my felons locked in that cage for making pavement
You ain't slide, you don't gangbang
You won't be talking out your mouth 'cause you claim you into gang gang
You still pussy, ain't no shit change
'Cause when we pop out with them .30s, you gon' try to go and switch lanes
Life be backwards, shit get me tight
You got these pussy ass rappers getting lit for lying 'bout they life
And they ain't do non' but build the hype
Because when shit start getting crazy, they be tryna go and change they life
Damn, talking to the feds get your head clapped
You know who robbed you, pussy, get your bread back
Have killers at your throat, like a V-neck
We know your ass pussy, close your legs Skrap
They see we taking shit, got the cheat code
I'm from that call of duty, shit's a warzone (Gang gang)

Shit's a warzone
And we ain't kicking at your door, we making peepholes
Hah, hah, shit's a warzone
And we ain't kicking at your door, we making peepholes