Текст Joey Trap – Snitch

My nigga I walk with a check
These shoes cost a rack so you know I’ma flex em
Just left the condo I’m dippin from Texas
My whip a space ship my family the jetsons

I through 20 racks on my teeth
And 20 racks how much it cost for a feat
You niggas a sidewalk you not in the street
Your girl gave me top and said I tasted sweet
Yeah

You in a civic but this a benzo
I’m finna fuck and you in the friend zone
Calling me trap cus I got like ten phones
And we flying high everyday like a nigga
Jim Jones

Keep number 9 like I’m rondo
Fuck number 12 it’s Free Rondo
You niggas broke trust me I know
Check your girl insta she follow

But she don’t like none my picks
Prolly cus you always talking that shit
How about this you hop off of my dick
And right where you was we put your bitch lips

Ok

Ok
You nice as me nigga no way
Nigga this bape boy you still rocking obey
Plug by the border like shout out to Jose

Only one nigga with more than one bitch
Only one nigga 19 and I’m rich

Why would I trust you boy you is a snake
I don’t wan cuff you girl I need a break
Pull out my drakeo it sing like it’s drake
30 lil bullets for all of you fakes

Whatch a nigga playin with the rubber bands
Joey trap that nigga he be runnin bands
Chopper make a nigga do the running man
Gucci’s on my feet and you niggas whearing fuckin vans mm

Ooh

Get this lil nigga a tissue
Ooh
All these lil niggas some issues
Ooh

Y’all niggas fake as a bitch
Ain’t seen you since high school so why would I miss you
Ooh

I play with guns nigga fuck ya jujitsu
Put that red dot on your head like a Hindu
Girl you a thot no I don’t wanna kiss you

My nigga I walk with a check
These shoes cost a rack so you know I’ma flex em
Just left the condo I’m dippin from Texas
My whip a space ship my family the jetsons
Look

I through 20 racks on my teeth
And 20 racks how much it cost for a feat
You niggas a sidewalk you not in the street
Your girl gave me top and said I tasted sweet
Yeah

You in a civic but this a benzo
I’m finna fuck and you in the friend zone
Calling me trap cus I got like ten phones
And we flying high everyday like a nigga
Jim Jones

Keep number 9 like I’m rondo
Fuck number 12 it’s Free Rondo
You niggas broke trust me I know
Check your girl insta she follow

But she don’t like none my picks
Prolly cus you always talking that shit
How about this you hop off of my dick
And right where you was we put your bitch lips

Ok

Ok
You nice as me nigga no way
Nigga this bape boy you still rocking obey
Plug by the border like shout out to Jose

Only one nigga with more than one bitch
Only one nigga 19 and I’m rich
Only one pistol leave you in a ditch
So when they ask questions just don’t be a Snitch