Oh so now you with them thugs You got caught wearin a wire, snitchin on ya plug (Damn!) Later on, I saw you at the club in some jeans and them hoes was fittin snug (Tight!) I know my pockets skinny but they showin love (They are!) But back to you, you don't know how to finesse the jugs I run when it's a drug flood You snitchin on yo team, nigga time to Sub Thats why I fucked ya baby momma In ya tub While I was sippin mud, now it's time to roll some bud But you a Snitchin ass nigga so I'm Watchin out for them cameras Lightin L's like Candles, I'm a young Kolonel Sanders You wearin more plugs than a Panel We ballin', you Can't change the channel You ain't talkin money, you Canceled Don't double dribble, might get handled They'll rob you for your Gucci sandles
This is what it was x3 A nigga got caught up and started snitchin on his plug This is what it was x3 He raided out his plug x3 (Oh no!)
Well this happened on a sunny day A young nigga swangin out his driveway His dumb ass went the wrong way, so the laws followed him to the chase And now he met a drug dealer with a bag And in that bag it had a whole lotta cash And in that bag it had a whole lotta grass, some mud and some coke He was breaking bad And then the law got right behind him after He started runnin, he didn't know the next chapter And then he saw the law boys in the front, his dumb ass had to put out his blunt And then he snitched on his plug, he a fool And he told them where that nigga went to school And he told that nigga where that nigga live Two days later, they bust in his cribTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
