Pop Smoke
Snitchin (remix)
[Intro]
So, you got the job doing what?
Bro, I get paid to snitch now, n***a
It's really classified, I can't really talk about this shit, my n***a
Oh, my God
Only reason I'm tellin you this, 'cause you my boy
But don't fuck with me, you see what I did to Roger
You seen what I did to Roger
Forty years
He had forty years?
Forty years, bitch, you don't wanna sign that plea
Forty years
Damn
Don't fuck with me
Seth the chef
Buddah blessed this beat
Yeah, Huncho

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Look at my status (Status)
No, I'm not braggin', I'm not average (Average)
My bitch want a Patek (Patek)
I bought her a whip and I told her, "Stop naggin'" (Skrr)
Too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin' (Bling)
I bought it off backend (Shinin')
The club is packed in (Packed in)
Step in your city, we goin' in (Goin' in)
Drop the top, let's blow the wind (Drop top)
Fuck the cops, we goin' big
N***as out here hate the kid, 'cause I run it up when supposed to be dead, uh
Bitch, I'm a player (Player)
N***a, we're trappin' and checkin' the mail, yeah
Look at my layers, designer my jacket, I'm handin' out bills, yeah
These n***as dead, soon as I said it, they wanna go tell, yeah
The way that you playin' (Ayy), n***as out here be workin' with 12