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Asap Rocky - Stop Snitching Feat Bossman Dlow Lyrics

Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much
Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much

Drop-top Benz with all my pendants
Middle finger up, never pointin' with my index
'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin'
My Glock-9, hairstyle, both got extensions

Ayy, everything cost too much
These niggas, they saw too much
These bitches, they talk too much
His bitch, it cost too much
Look, burnt niggas ain't walk too much like such and such
Says: Ho, don't keep in touch
Just look, don't, don't touch
Niggas snitch and they told (yeah)
Did a big
Came home, he a clone
Like they don't even know him
All his partners in the room
Sleepin' with his baby mom
They was stackin' on his phone
They been snitchin' all along
These days, these niggas from a different pool
These days, these young niggas make snitchin' cool
Young and twenty-five different rules
Look, I'm from where niggas talk and get physical
Niggas fight and get biblical
You niggas die, it get biblical
YGs the OGs, stay the fuck up off the interviews
You was just at SAYCHEESE, lookin' like interrogation room
I'ma watch for the whole team (yeah)
You was throwin' up the big Bs
Your partner do the big Cs
Now you servin' fifteen

Gucci jeans with the stones
Like the old Jim Jones (uh)
Get ripped, get (yeah)
We told them back then it was just skin and bones (uh)
Look how much we grown (yeah)
We done been through it all (uh)
To the end from the start, let's go
Gucci jeans with the stones
Like the old Jim Jones
Get ripped, get
All of these niggas is frauds

Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much (ayy, any)
Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much
Boy
I be on that boss shit, briefcase full of racks
Girl get to some dog shit, bet she throw that cat

Drop-top Benz with all my pendants
Middle finger up, never pointin' with my index
'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin'
My Glock-9, hairstyle, both got extensions

Gucci jeans with the stones
Like the old Jim Jones (uh)
Get ripped, get (yeah)
We told them back then it was just skin and bones (uh)
Look how much we grown (yeah)
We done been through it all (uh)
To the end from the start, let's go

Boy
Boy
Boy

Hitkidd, what it do, man?
Uh (Grim)

Drop top Benz’s on my pendant
All by my own, my extendo by appendix, uh
Drop top Benz with all my pendants
Middle finger up never pointing with my index
Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitches
My Glock nine, hairstyle, got extensions
I'm going

Smart like Bridgeton, all the As
Smile like Sidney Poitier
Next stop, Sydney, all the way down under
Gator shoes, crocodile hunter, cowabunga
Pop up on ya like a stallion on ya
In the streets, I'm a legend like Harold Hunter
Smell like a pound of marijuana, bring a pipe with a half pipe
I don't ice skate but my ice skate
Boil and let them marinate
My Coogie is red, my jewelry red, my diamonds is red
My rubies is red, my 'Rarri is red, duckin' the blue and the red
Boy, you took two to the head, that's a red dot on ya' head
The thing that you said