NO SNITCHING (with Dusty Locane)

Lyrics: Matthew DeLuca Music: Matthew DeLuca [Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane] I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang), that's on my kids (Yeah) I put a choppa on the blade (Grrah, grrah), put a blade on a switch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith) I-I-I don't miss, I'm makin' money while I piss (Huh, makin' money while I piss), like [Verse 1: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu] Double M, b***h, we the Feva (Feva) Dead off the muddy, go pour up a liter (Boom) Back on his head, he a Peter (Peter) Glock 19 and I'm namin' it Tina (Tina) One-sixty on the dash (Okay), I'm checkin' the meter (The meter) You better not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (Mh-hmm, amnesia) [Verse 2: Lil Mabu] I got a plug from the P, free Snow, yeah, the cops got him **** run, make the block run, opps duc I got the drop on some funds, man, I'm finna cop some (Finna cop one) I'm finna cop that icy piece from Rihanna, grrah [Verse 3: Dusty Locane] I gotta keep it thorough, I ain't one of them Y'all niggas shit ride, go get back for the nigga you call your friend Cut that fake shit, all pretend, if I miss, I spin again Spin again, spin again, and I might just hit his— (Shh) [Chorus: Lil Mabu] I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang), that's on my kids (Yeah) I put a choppa on the blade (Grrah, grrah), put a blade on a switch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith, grrah) I don't miss (Grrah), I'm makin' money (Gang, gang, gang) while I piss (Gang, gang, gang) [Verse 4: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane] Hop out the Scat', where my shooters at? Guess they runnin' late All my opps probably smokin' rocks, so I got time to waste (Oppi) Picked up my pace, 'cause I saw a shop ten feet down the block (Grrah, grrah) He ain't got a lock, so I walk into it, then I saw the ball (How's it go?) And he like, "Hi, how's your day?" I said, "I'm doing great" (Ha) Then I upped it at his face and I said, "Open up that case" (Open up that case) I took a chain, bust-down pendant too (Grrah), dependin' on my mood I need to run, but the final shot, I only got one too (Get out my way) Then I saw twelve, Dusty rang my bell He said, "What's the move?" (What's the move, cuz?) I said, "I'm doomed" 'cause the cops just said that if I move, they shoot Said, "You a fool" (If you got the jewels then I'll be there at 2) Now, I'm pacin', and my heart is racin', don't know what to do (I do, I do) I'm actin' cool, drippy like a pool, waitin' for the goons (Grrah) Then I seen 05 let off two, we starting racin' with the loot [Bridge: Lil Mabu] (Don't run, don't trip, grrah) (Don't run, don't trip, grrah, grrah) Gang, gang, gang (Grrah, we started, grrah) Gang, gang, gang [Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane] I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang), that's on my kids (Yeah) I put a choppa on the blade, put a blade on a switch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith) I don't miss, I'm makin' money (Gang, gang, gang) while I piss (Gang, gang, gang) [Verse 5: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu] How many niggas you know is ready to spin when it's time for the drama? (For the drama) I'm lettin' off every shot in this clip, I put that shit on my momma (Grrt, grrt, grrah, grrt) The homies told me, "Chill out," back on his head so he dyin' proper (Rest in piss, prof') We might've mixed it up with Fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor (A doctor) Double Ms just to work (Just to work), first nigga run up, get hit with that— (Mabu) [Verse 6: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane] And you know I ain't missin' that Got a beam on my head with a fitted mask No snitching b***h niggas be all for the chit-cha I'ma rip down the boy, knock his fitted cap (Fitted cap) Can't say no to the poles, then I'm gon' beat him down with a bat I put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like a hour, I'm leavin' him flat (Hahahaha) I got a custom boot with your face on it Now, he off the map (Mh-hmm)