I don't f*ck with snitches, E.V.S. 247
There's guns in this bitch, Everyday stacking boi
You know these things, yeah, I know the hating for sure for sure, Get me
Young boi out with the gang on wave uh, Finna pull up with guns
I got bitches on God tryna get in ma lane uh,
All I give is a red, bitch I put the flag but we still gon bang uh
Bitch what do you think
I got em bands boy me and my mans
They ma brothers no we ain't friends
Watch out we gon pull up in a Benz
With a bad bitch said she from France
Independent ever since a youngin boy, Been a hustler since a teen
I Took em tears and wiped it off my mama eyes indeed
Don faced a lot struggles boi can't tell her all I seen
Finna pull up with bands all in my jeans, I ain't got no first degree
Bitch I dropped out university they was laughing at me
Now they tryna call my celli, heard I'm living like a king
Boy you better stop disturbing me I swear I ain't giving shit
Boi what! tryna f*ck with ma gang
Uh finna pull up with guns
Yeah I don't ever play with the OPPs they dead
Uh two shots to the head
Perfect hit got brains on a dread
Of a nigga I heard he friend with the feds
This nigga got shot on the block he dead
I heard he got shot for what he said
No I don't f*ck with snitches
Can't tell the boy non he gon leak it
Be quiet shhh I'm preaching
I can see that niggas been bitching
Oh well, I guns in this bitch
Real guns ain't talking bout shit
I'm gangster like Shakur, I brought two packs of magazines
No I don't f*ck with snitches
Can't tell the boy non he gon leak it
Be quiet shhh I'm preaching
I can see that niggas been bitching
Oh well, I guns in this bitch
Real guns ain't talking bout shit
I'm gangster like Shakur, I brought two packs of magazines
Go look at what I did, I swear that this a bloody scene
And I'm a bloody sinner yeah but err-body sins
Shots in the air like the Fourth of July
Don't care bout you but me
Boy hands in the air let me see
They want you gone indeed
So boy what's it gon be cause they already paid a fee
A double 50 on your head and that's a hundred gees
He begging please forgive me but I made him rest in peace
I'm sorry I don't know you but you probably just a snitch
No I don't f*ck with snitches
Can't tell the boy non he gon leak it
Be quiet shhh I'm preaching
I can see that niggas been bitching
Oh well, I guns in this bitch
Real guns ain't talking bout shit
I'm gangster like Shakur, I brought two packs of magazines
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I don't f*ck with snitches, E.V.S. 247
There's guns in this bitch, Everyday stacking boi
You know these things, yeah, I know the hating for sure for sure, Get me
Young boi out with the gang on wave uh, Finna pull up with guns
I got bitches on God tryna get in ma lane uh,
All I give is a red, bitch I put the flag but we still gon bang uh
Bitch what do you think
I got em bands boy me and my mans
They ma brothers no we ain't friends
Watch out we gon pull up in a Benz
With a bad bitch said she from France
Independent ever since a youngin boy, Been a hustler since a teen
I Took em tears and wiped it off my mama eyes indeed
Don faced a lot struggles boi can't tell her all I seen
Finna pull up with bands all in my jeans, I ain't got no first degree
Bitch I dropped out university they was laughing at me
Now they tryna call my celli, heard I'm living like a king
Boy you better stop disturbing me I swear I ain't giving shit
Boi what! tryna f*ck with ma gang
Uh finna pull up with guns
Yeah I don't ever play with the OPPs they dead
Uh two shots to the head
Perfect hit got brains on a dread
Of a nigga I heard he friend with the feds
This nigga got shot on the block he dead
I heard he got shot for what he said
No I don't f*ck with snitches
Can't tell the boy non he gon leak it
Be quiet shhh I'm preaching
I can see that niggas been bitching
Oh well, I guns in this bitch
Real guns ain't talking bout shit
I'm gangster like Shakur, I brought two packs of magazines
No I don't f*ck with snitches
Can't tell the boy non he gon leak it
Be quiet shhh I'm preaching
I can see that niggas been bitching
Oh well, I guns in this bitch
Real guns ain't talking bout shit
I'm gangster like Shakur, I brought two packs of magazines
Go look at what I did, I swear that this a bloody scene
And I'm a bloody sinner yeah but err-body sins
Shots in the air like the Fourth of July
Don't care bout you but me
Boy hands in the air let me see
They want you gone indeed
So boy what's it gon be cause they already paid a fee
A double 50 on your head and that's a hundred gees
He begging please forgive me but I made him rest in peace
I'm sorry I don't know you but you probably just a snitch
No I don't f*ck with snitches
Can't tell the boy non he gon leak it
Be quiet shhh I'm preaching
I can see that niggas been bitching
Oh well, I guns in this bitch
Real guns ain't talking bout shit
I'm gangster like Shakur, I brought two packs of magazines
There's guns in this bitch, Everyday stacking boi
You know these things, yeah, I know the hating for sure for sure, Get me
Young boi out with the gang on wave uh, Finna pull up with guns
I got bitches on God tryna get in ma lane uh,
All I give is a red, bitch I put the flag but we still gon bang uh
Bitch what do you think
I got em bands boy me and my mans
They ma brothers no we ain't friends
Watch out we gon pull up in a Benz
With a bad bitch said she from France
Independent ever since a youngin boy, Been a hustler since a teen
I Took em tears and wiped it off my mama eyes indeed
Don faced a lot struggles boi can't tell her all I seen
Finna pull up with bands all in my jeans, I ain't got no first degree
Bitch I dropped out university they was laughing at me
Now they tryna call my celli, heard I'm living like a king
Boy you better stop disturbing me I swear I ain't giving shit
Boi what! tryna f*ck with ma gang
Uh finna pull up with guns
Yeah I don't ever play with the OPPs they dead
Uh two shots to the head
Perfect hit got brains on a dread
Of a nigga I heard he friend with the feds
This nigga got shot on the block he dead
I heard he got shot for what he said
No I don't f*ck with snitches
Can't tell the boy non he gon leak it
Be quiet shhh I'm preaching
I can see that niggas been bitching
Oh well, I guns in this bitch
Real guns ain't talking bout shit
I'm gangster like Shakur, I brought two packs of magazines
No I don't f*ck with snitches
Can't tell the boy non he gon leak it
Be quiet shhh I'm preaching
I can see that niggas been bitching
Oh well, I guns in this bitch
Real guns ain't talking bout shit
I'm gangster like Shakur, I brought two packs of magazines
Go look at what I did, I swear that this a bloody scene
And I'm a bloody sinner yeah but err-body sins
Shots in the air like the Fourth of July
Don't care bout you but me
Boy hands in the air let me see
They want you gone indeed
So boy what's it gon be cause they already paid a fee
A double 50 on your head and that's a hundred gees
He begging please forgive me but I made him rest in peace
I'm sorry I don't know you but you probably just a snitch
No I don't f*ck with snitches
Can't tell the boy non he gon leak it
Be quiet shhh I'm preaching
I can see that niggas been bitching
Oh well, I guns in this bitch
Real guns ain't talking bout shit
I'm gangster like Shakur, I brought two packs of magazines
Writer: Nanfwang Guluhun
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