Running around claiming to be a damn thug
How you thuggin from yo moma house
Them boys lock you up and you run yo mouth
Get the fuck back
Let me set you on the right track
Before you catch a bullet to yo dome
Have yo moma crying you ain't never did nothing wrong
Or maybe I should be the one to pull the trigga
Cuz I'm tired of yo shit lil nigga
Yo old ass need to sit down
You out here looking like a clown
Running yo mouth like a bitch
But I don't expect anything less from a snitch
Punks hiding behind punks
I got space for all y'all in my trunk
Then send that bitch up in flames
Cuz we don't play no fucking games
Watch yo mouth lil bitch
Before you end up in a ditch
Snitch Niggas by Yanee Brinks is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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