Lil’ O, UGK - Who’s Snitching lyrics
[Lil’ O, UGK - Who’s Snitching lyrics]
3rd Coast what, know I'm tal'n bout uh
Smoke some'ing, hol' up
Man I rush you, two Glocks drawn and bust you
You a lil' nigga I'm heavyweight
I'll crush you touch you
Right in front of your partnas like fuck you
And won't nan one them niggas say shit
I hush fools when they see what I pack
They say damn who is that
It made that nigga sounding soft
Flipped and land on his back
And we don't want none of that
Mayn fuck that nigga
We wasn't close anyways
I had to bust that nigga
Quick to do a 1-8-7, on niggas tattle telling
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, put seven in his melon
Then hopped into the Lac, then I'm bailing
But that's what he get
For fucking round with these felons
Cause you a snitch, true this ass nigga
Grab the ski mask, and come do your ass nigga
And really I don't give a
Damn who you is nigga, cause I'm way too raw
See you bump you dick suckers
Man I bump boys off
Someone snitching to the laws
We gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
Cause we trying to get rich
Ain't no time for no haters
Being all in our mix
We gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
I'm gripping the grain, buying a sweets
Playing with candy toys
I'm staying strapped with the heat
The dime to the nickel
And the nickel to the dime
Boys is talking down
But I'm still busting for mine
He done got one
He back on the streets told em I was top gun
Now they planning the Sweet
And now the motherfucking FED's
They got, the phone tapped
But when them bitches get here
You gon be full of hot caps
And it ain't all about this rap
It's all about the snaps
The syrup and the sap
I left the shit off in his lap
I had to bust a cap, now give a nigga dap
Man fuck them niggas telling
All them bitches take a nap
The police in Port Arthur
They hate a nigga guts
But deep down in my soul
They could eat a nigga nuts
They try to set us up
But my mouth never budge
Dedicated to my niggas
Doing forty behind drugs
Someone snitching to the laws
We gon hang that bitch
Straight bang that bitch
Cause we trying to get rich
Ain't no time for no haters
Being all in our mix
We gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
Dog this boy I know too much
Cause we got tagged quick
Let's hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
Have him sleeping with the fish
For fucking over the click
We gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
Yes we are the jet setters
Go-getters and chest wetters
The fo' head sweaters
With big black ass barettas
The Dr feel-Good's
With the real good connections
On political election, and cocaine importion
With the coast guard protection
And china white distribution
All through your section
Fifteen woman selection
For whom, I got no affection
But help me keep my erection, with no plexing
I guess I'm just another clowning ass Texan
Diamond teeth grilling
Pivet relaxing, texting hoes sexing
Jazzy belts flexing, next in line
In the book, to be the made men
Getting high in hotel rooms, Kapone stayed in
That Gotti played in
And Clinton got laid in Marion got high in
And Bun got paid in
So soon as the big broad sang
I pull this thang, and leave your ass bang
Yeah fresh (for 9-9) you hater ha ha
Huh UGK and Lil' O (Lil' motherfucking O)
We done wrecked it
Promised we done wrecked this motherfucker
(hol' up) man hold up (we gone) later
Smoke some'ing, hol' up
Man I rush you, two Glocks drawn and bust you
You a lil' nigga I'm heavyweight
I'll crush you touch you
Right in front of your partnas like fuck you
And won't nan one them niggas say shit
I hush fools when they see what I pack
They say damn who is that
It made that nigga sounding soft
Flipped and land on his back
And we don't want none of that
Mayn fuck that nigga
We wasn't close anyways
I had to bust that nigga
Quick to do a 1-8-7, on niggas tattle telling
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, put seven in his melon
Then hopped into the Lac, then I'm bailing
But that's what he get
For fucking round with these felons
Cause you a snitch, true this ass nigga
Grab the ski mask, and come do your ass nigga
And really I don't give a
Damn who you is nigga, cause I'm way too raw
See you bump you dick suckers
Man I bump boys off
Someone snitching to the laws
We gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
Cause we trying to get rich
Ain't no time for no haters
Being all in our mix
We gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
I'm gripping the grain, buying a sweets
Playing with candy toys
I'm staying strapped with the heat
The dime to the nickel
And the nickel to the dime
Boys is talking down
But I'm still busting for mine
He done got one
He back on the streets told em I was top gun
Now they planning the Sweet
And now the motherfucking FED's
They got, the phone tapped
But when them bitches get here
You gon be full of hot caps
And it ain't all about this rap
It's all about the snaps
The syrup and the sap
I left the shit off in his lap
I had to bust a cap, now give a nigga dap
Man fuck them niggas telling
All them bitches take a nap
The police in Port Arthur
They hate a nigga guts
But deep down in my soul
They could eat a nigga nuts
They try to set us up
But my mouth never budge
Dedicated to my niggas
Doing forty behind drugs
Someone snitching to the laws
We gon hang that bitch
Straight bang that bitch
Cause we trying to get rich
Ain't no time for no haters
Being all in our mix
We gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
Dog this boy I know too much
Cause we got tagged quick
Let's hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
Have him sleeping with the fish
For fucking over the click
We gon hang that snitch
Straight bang that bitch
Yes we are the jet setters
Go-getters and chest wetters
The fo' head sweaters
With big black ass barettas
The Dr feel-Good's
With the real good connections
On political election, and cocaine importion
With the coast guard protection
And china white distribution
All through your section
Fifteen woman selection
For whom, I got no affection
But help me keep my erection, with no plexing
I guess I'm just another clowning ass Texan
Diamond teeth grilling
Pivet relaxing, texting hoes sexing
Jazzy belts flexing, next in line
In the book, to be the made men
Getting high in hotel rooms, Kapone stayed in
That Gotti played in
And Clinton got laid in Marion got high in
And Bun got paid in
So soon as the big broad sang
I pull this thang, and leave your ass bang
Yeah fresh (for 9-9) you hater ha ha
Huh UGK and Lil' O (Lil' motherfucking O)
We done wrecked it
Promised we done wrecked this motherfucker
(hol' up) man hold up (we gone) later