Snitches feat wasp

Aye snitches get no bitches and riches in the opposite of

a snitch I get riches and bitches hey stay away less you wanna

Get sprayed with my .40 ima be high you gonna be low just like

Yah flow your music hurts my ears your gonna be in tears when

I point my mac at your temple and bam bam shoot til it jams

On real programs I got a couple kilos of god knows what

I got my cup filled up with that syrup I hit up the plug

For that mud (wasp turn ) snitch writin' statements,

now his mama cryin' in court

told on the gang, now his bitch sleep on the porch

loyalty dead, funeral full of fake tears

casket closed, nobody came but the DA and his fears

(Back to lil bludd) and his fears the game is queer

From the smoke I disappear in thin air then you

Beware get away or clip gonna bust fucking her

Cause my lust just crushed a couple pills

Doin for thrills this my cup spilled (oh shit damn )