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no snitching - lil mabu lyrics

[intro]
(say h*llo to my little friend)

[chorus: lil mabu & dusty locane]
i could never snitch (gang, gang, gang), that’s on my kids (yeah)
i put a chopper 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 don’t miss, i’m makin’ money while i p*ss (huh, makin’ money while i p*ss), like

[verse 1: dusty locane & lil mabu]
double m, b*tch, 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), ain’t checkin’ the meter (the meter)
you bettеr not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (rrr, amnеsia)
[verse 2: lil mabu]
i got a plug from the p, free snow, d*mn, the cops got him
c*ck one, make the block run, opps duck
i got the drop on some funds, man, i’m finna cop some (finna cop one)
i’m finna cop that icy piece from lyana, grrah

[verse 3: dusty locane]
i gotta keep it thorough, i ain’t one of them
y’all n*ggas d*ck ride, go get back for the n*gga you call your friend
cut that fake sh*t, 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 chopper 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, grrah)
i don’t miss (grrah), i’m makin’ money (gang, gang, gang) while i p*ss (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’ rock, so i got time to waste (oppy)
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 boss (how’s it go?)
and he like, “hi,” he said, “how’s your day?” i said, “i’m doin’ great” (ha)
then i upped it at his face and i said, “open up that case” (open up that case)
i took a chain, plus a pendant too (grrah), dependin’ on my mood
i need to run, but the front is 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 (racing with the loot)
[bridge: lil mabu]
(don’t run, don’t trip, grrah, don’t run, don’t trip, grrah, grrah)
(we started racing with the loot)
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 chopper 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 p*ss, like (gang, gang, gang)

[verse 5: dusty locane & lil mabu]
how many n*ggas 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 sh*t on my mama (grrt, grrt, grrah, grrt)
the homies told me, “chill out,” bag on his head so he dyin’ proper (rest in p*ss, prof’)
we might’ve mixed it up with fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor (a doctor)
them double ms just to work (just to work), first n*gga 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 fit to match
p*ssy n*ggas be all for the chitty*chat (the chitty*chat)
i’ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap (knock his fitted cap)
can’t say no to the poles and i’m gon’ beat him down with a bat
i put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like an hour, i’m leavin’ him flat (hahahaha)
i got a custom boot with your face on it, now he off the map (rrr)

- lil mabu lyrics

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