Snitches

All these fake ass bitches straight Get caught

All these fake ass bitches straight Get fought

You come round me ima pull out The Mac

I heard yo ass lackin

Fuck wit me ima put yo ass in the Ground, there's anotha rack

I know you heard what I packin

I ain't gang but when Im here it'll Stang right after the bang that just

Filled ya ears with a rang after I Dip with the the the mustang

If ya fuck wit my crew ima wrap The block and pull out the Glock With the stock

Bitch you better run to the rest of Ya flock

Cause this shit isn't a rock

It's a rocket to the dome

Not like a comb this shit ends

And sends ya to the ground

Those round rounds makin Sounds pound and when I rap this Shit the crowds pound

I pull up we go around

We pack up

We move up round

We flow up

We make a sound

We slow down

We stand our ground

I'm smokin this flower

Getting high with this shit

Souped up with more power

I got more so it's more lit

I know I'm white

But I still have the right

To fight

For everyone that are judged

All the people who won't budge

I grew up hard

Out of my control

With the fucked up card

But I still patrol

Look at the surroundings

Make sure I have luck

Put the crown on me

Make sure I'm not stuck

All these fake ass bitches straight Get caught

All these fake ass bitches straight Get fought

You come round me ima pull out The Mac

I heard yo ass lackin

Fuck wit me ima put yo ass in the Ground, there's anotha rack

I know you heard what I packin

I pull up we go around

We pack up

We move up round

We flow up

We make a sound

We slow down

We stand our ground

We stand our fucking ground