[Intro]
My homie turned snitch, I heard he ratting (I heard he ratting)
Please don't let me catch that boy in traffic (Please don't let me)
4, 5, 6, head cracker (Head cracker)
Real trap shit, get tragic (Tra-tra-tra)
My homie turned snitch, I heard he ratting (I heard he ratting)
Please don't let me catch that boy in traffic (Oh no)
4, 5, 6, head cracker (Yeah, yeah)
Real trap shit, get tragic (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Aw man (Aw shit)
You know you done fucked up right (Breaking now, huh?)
Let's get straight into it, look

[Verse]
N***as bitch up and start telling (And start telling)
We was straight finessin' all them tellers (Fax, fax, fax)
I remember trapping in Margielas (Trappin')
I promise you there was nothing you could tell us (Nah, nah)
He biting the cheese, he snitching (He a fucking rat)
I remember riding with the smithing (Gang, gang)
Louboutins, n***a, I'm a Christian (On God)
I even got caught up with the kitchen (Yeah)
Huh, damn, like what a time
I was better off in the block getting off them dimes (Westside)
N***as being a preacher and writing statements and dropping dimes
Ain't a crazy how n***as be CI's the whole time (N***as fuckin' cops)
N***as be your bros, who would've thought (Who would've thought)
Cops behind me, I'mma put that shit in sport (Skrrt, skrrt)
When you was fucked up, I was holding down the fort (Yeah)
I should've known better when I ain't see you in court, damn
Got me sitting there thinking like what the fuck (What the fuck?)
N***as be scared, go to church and get you a gun (Yeah)
And I know if shit went left, you the type of n***a to run (Type of n***a to run)
We was hopping on the flights, taking trips, that was just for fun
I was most wanted on the island, that's a fact (That's a fact)
N***as want my head, want me dead, they want me on my back (Want me on my back)
I told my mama don't worry 'cause I ain't going out like that (Nah, ma)
I remember going broke, hitting 'em licks to get it back (Yeah)
I was fiending for a buck and I was fiending for a band (Really though)
I ain't really give a fuck and I ain't really give a damn (I ain't really give a damn)
We was hopping out them trucks and we was spinning in them vans (Yeah)
And it's still free all the real n***as that's still locked up in the gym (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
Thought you had my back you ain't have nothing (Huh, huh)
Thought you were a real one, should've known that you was bluffin' (I should've known better)
Got it out the mud, turn nothing into something (Yeah)
When shit get real, these n***as softer than a muffin (Fax)
[Outro]
You n***as softer than a muffin
Fucking muffin ass n***as
I'm back and I'm better
On the gang