Snitch Killa E

Ayy, we trappin' out the Bay. Left. Huh. Never caught a murder charge, I don't own a Pistol. But plenty on the line and I shoot Like the Pistons. No face, no case, I been in the system. Funny thing is my Nina and my bitch got extensions. Tryna dodge 'rona, hit him with that mid-range Distance. Indicted, BKA, vacay, Nigga snitchin'. never met J. Clive, but know the Money Gang with it. Face shot hit the back tooth, took out all His wisdom. I'm a dentist for a day, huh, Bitch, get out your feelings. No Krispy Kreme, but She coated the dick with cream filling. Fully switched and hard-headed niggas amplify the Killing. My bitch seasoned, I like Wok, tired of Meeting green women. Nice guys finish last, I be moving mean, nigga. You must got a bus full, need more than Three niggas. Flashlight on the K at nighttime, I read with it. Your bitch was on my Dick asking can she leave with it. So I put it down the throat, see if She can breathe with it. 'Fore I park, gotta Spin around, least three with it. Like, who's that creeping down my block, Nigga? Granny, I be extra paranoid 'cause I pop Niggas. That tripping, you be neck tripping, we be Block bending. Put this metal on your ass, tell You you can't stop bending. you think it's that Safe in the Ritz? Then I had Glock with You. Huh, watch what they pick up, I get Drop on you. Bitch, you can walk out the Door, ain't no lock on you. How would I know what time it is? Ain't no clock on you. If I ever call The CDG, they putting pop on you. Look, hell nah, we can't fuck with you no More, hurry and op. Them niggas keep on talking Like they hot, they better stop. Man, I can really get your drop and have My youngins spin your block. And they ain't aiming For the legs, they only aiming for the top. All them niggas see is red, then after that, Get dollar signs. They tried to tell me to Relax, but hell nah, I'm in my prime. Even if you try to step in my lane, Can't stop my shine. Twenty-four seven on the grind, Ain't got no time to wine and dine. And I play extra when I want it, ain't Got time to wait in line. Sport Plus in All these whips, no cruise, I'm flying what I Drive. Ain't no love, baby, I'm just tryna fuck Because you fine. I'm a thug, baby, pull up, Hop out, bussing with this nine. I get tired off this lean, but these pills Gon' keep me up. We the ones to put Him down, the ambulance gon' pick him up. I don't fudge guns, I'ma rip this bitch, I'll Lift him up. Michael Jackson jacket, we gon' pull Up, patch, and zip him up.