snitches get stitches - liljtherapper lyrics
flip a cube like a rubix cube
f-ck a girl with some lube
fireworks go kapow
and mcqueen goes kachow
lil kids spoiled
f-cking money oiled
gotta flex up and down with my rolex
yeah jump up from the edge
nothin don’t matter if you don’t prove your allege
f-ck all the gold diggers and the fake supreme
you don’t have a self esteem ayy
f-ck all the b-tches and snitches get st-tches
call up outa pocket we all be skrting
now they all be cl!ckbaiting
i’m the rap god y’all just some scammers
smoken pot with some yammers
b-tches plugging merch in the bio
f-ck all the b-tches and snitches get st-tches
call up all them jordan’s shoes
tie up in my ovos
lil kids spoiled
f-cking money oiled
gotta flex up and down with my rolex
f-ck all the b-tches and snitches get st-tches
racin in chevy camaro
numbing to fight at the panaro
call up outa pocket we all be skrting
now they all be cl!ckbaiting
i’m the rap god y’all just some scammers
smoken pot with some yammers
b-tches plugging merch in the bio
f-ck all the b-tches and snitches get st-tches
we bouta to go to the gucci store
ain’t don’t tell anyone that we ain’t poor
i’m all in if this b-tch won’t f-cking stop
and we ain’t f-cking pop ayy
moncler yeah moncler what
call up all my homies
#lil j for the win
saucin in saucin out
smokin out of… joints
yeah f-ck all the b-tches and snitches get st-tches
f-ck em all at night
don’t mess with us or you’ll pick the wrong fight
oh i’m feeling so tight
moncler yeah moncler what
call up all my homies
#lil j for the win
lil kids spoiled
f-cking money oiled
out of here like we tryna finna up
f-ck all the b-tches and snitches get st-tches
yeah snitches get st-tches
got me some snitches and we pocket filled with st-tches
saucin in saucin out
smokin out of… joints
call up outa pocket we all be skrting
now they all be cl!ckbaiting
i’m the rap god y’all just some scammers
smoken pot with some yammers
b-tches plugging merch in the bio
yeah and get yo -ss out of here
or i’ll take you down with shakespeare
flexin golden grillz
with them rhythm chill
now they all copy me
when i’m in the zone
but they’re just some clones
f-ck all the b-tches and snitches get st-tches
now i’m finish with my rap
getting tied with a strap
copping sh-t with the yap
and i’m getting her a map
f-ck all the b-tches and snitches get st-tches
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