Eli Fross - Gangsta Snitches lyrics
[Eli Fross - Gangsta Snitches lyrics]
Grah, grah grah grah grah, grah grah grah
Gang gang gang, gang gang gang
Look, look
She wanna take trips
Be a bad bitch
Fuck her on the boat while we get lit
Poppin' champagne while you pop your pussy
All up in the mix
Cuban linked up wrapped around my neck
Rollie on the wrist
Grabbin' on her hips
When she gettin' dicked
You ain't talkin' bread, we
Ain't finna talk
Boy see you later
See a nigga stacked up, when
You see the bread
You gon' see a laser
'Member days in the trap
Cookin' to the fiends
Know I had to cater
Get bread, not paper
And baby girl I'm a player
Like, you wasn't ridin' out
Them niggas had go killed your mans
You wasn't poppin' out
I heard you talkin' to the feds
You be coppin' out
One of them niggas shot my brothers
We gon' tie him down
I'm talkin' gang shit, NASCAR, lane switch
Told her do not get naked
I need the brain bitch
Foreigns from different races
No I'm not racist
And free my felons locked in
That cage for makin' pavement
You ain't slide, you don't gangbang
You won't be talkin' out your mouth 'cause
You claim you into gang gang
You still pussy, ain't no shit change
'Cause when we pop out with them .30s
You gon' try to go and switch lanes
Life be backwards, shit get me tight
You got these pussy ass rappers gettin'
Lit for lying 'bout they life
And they ain't do non' but build the hype
Because when shit start gettin' crazy
They be tryna go and change they life
Damn, talkin' to the feds
Get your head clapped
You know who robbed you, pussy
Get your bread back
Have killers at your throat, like a V-neck
We know your ass pussy, close your legs Skrap
They see we takin' shit, got the cheat code
I'm from that call of duty
Shit's a warzone
(Gang gang)
Shit's a warzone
And we ain't kickin' at your door
We makin' peepholes
Hah, hah, shit's a warzone
And we ain't kickin' at your door
We makin' peepholes
Gang gang gang, gang gang gang
Look, look
She wanna take trips
Be a bad bitch
Fuck her on the boat while we get lit
Poppin' champagne while you pop your pussy
All up in the mix
Cuban linked up wrapped around my neck
Rollie on the wrist
Grabbin' on her hips
When she gettin' dicked
You ain't talkin' bread, we
Ain't finna talk
Boy see you later
See a nigga stacked up, when
You see the bread
You gon' see a laser
'Member days in the trap
Cookin' to the fiends
Know I had to cater
Get bread, not paper
And baby girl I'm a player
Like, you wasn't ridin' out
Them niggas had go killed your mans
You wasn't poppin' out
I heard you talkin' to the feds
You be coppin' out
One of them niggas shot my brothers
We gon' tie him down
I'm talkin' gang shit, NASCAR, lane switch
Told her do not get naked
I need the brain bitch
Foreigns from different races
No I'm not racist
And free my felons locked in
That cage for makin' pavement
You ain't slide, you don't gangbang
You won't be talkin' out your mouth 'cause
You claim you into gang gang
You still pussy, ain't no shit change
'Cause when we pop out with them .30s
You gon' try to go and switch lanes
Life be backwards, shit get me tight
You got these pussy ass rappers gettin'
Lit for lying 'bout they life
And they ain't do non' but build the hype
Because when shit start gettin' crazy
They be tryna go and change they life
Damn, talkin' to the feds
Get your head clapped
You know who robbed you, pussy
Get your bread back
Have killers at your throat, like a V-neck
We know your ass pussy, close your legs Skrap
They see we takin' shit, got the cheat code
I'm from that call of duty
Shit's a warzone
(Gang gang)
Shit's a warzone
And we ain't kickin' at your door
We makin' peepholes
Hah, hah, shit's a warzone
And we ain't kickin' at your door
We makin' peepholes