Gangsta Snitches - Eli Fross

Fuck los lambones, rip a los snitches Esos raperos son todos mis bitches Todos mis hommes van a morir riches Puta mala, no querés que te fiche Fuck los lambones, rip a los snitches Esos raperos son todos mis bitches Todos mis hommes van a morir riches Puta mala, no querés que te fiche Tengo a tus putas, falta el putero Quieren el ice, no bancan aguacero Fuck los negocios, gramos hay cero Y pa' tus snitches sobran agujeros Nunca te vi sólo, vos andas en corillo Esos lambones que se queden pillos Por tener views vos mamaste diez bichos Perdón por matarlos, yo les cuido el nicho Tengo más de 30 cabrones tirandome historias, my nigga, dan pena Si son todos los mismos bocones que preguntan cuando voy a sacar otro tema Cabrones, esto es lógica simple, si juegas con fuego el fuego te quema Y mientras ustedes hacen to' lo mismo yo voy a ser leyenda like Senna Tengo prendida fuego la escena Negro, a mi me corre en las venas Y pa' demostrar que soy la mejor en esto no me hacen falta diez cadenas Yo no tengo miedo, my nigga, yo se que esto me va a llenar el bolsillo Ustedes se matan escribiendo un tema y a mi esto me sale sencillo Los tengo a todos estos de hijos, más perdidos en la droga que Frijo Yo estoy metida en la mía, en tu grupo de mierda yo nunca me fijo Yo nunca voy a jugar a la suerte, si estoy en busca de algo, my nigga, lo exijo Y cuando se cansen de que no hay na' versátil acuérdense de quien lo dijo Fuck los lambones, rip a los snitches Esos raperos son todos mis bitches Todos mis hommes van a morir riches Puta mala, no querés que te fiche Fuck los lambones, rip a los snitches Esos raperos son todos mis bitches Todos mis hommes van a morir riches Puta mala, no querés que te fiche

Great John on the beat, by the way Ohhhh, yeah, oh, yeah Too much pain, too much pain, Fross (Hook) I was jus' hittin' licks everyday tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, now I gotta keep that thang tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch I really let that thing buss DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nun, I ain't tryna say nothing I am jus' living that lifestyle (That lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah I can't love on these bitches, They playin and starting to sneak now[?] (huh) But free up all my felons (ooo) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me Father up in Heaven (Huh) Yeah yeah OFFWHITE drip, no basic When I get bent, don't chase 'em Moonrock spliff, my car like spaceship Take big trips, big rating[?] Two floors spot whole gang get sanctioned (yeah) If I want it, I'll take it Ain't have shit, why you made I made it? (yeahh) 'Cause you know I been going through it But I gotta keep it movin' In this foreign car, I'm zoomin' And if you out here trickin' on some bitch then you losin' I ain't really have shit in my life, jus' know that Anything I grasp on, know I hold on tight Day after day, prime after prime Know I'm still gon' fight It could be a whole war in this bitch Imma make it home by tonight, nigga Imma make it home by da, night Tonight, I'm boutta catch me a drill (yeah yeah) By the morning, I'll sell those pills Rent comin' soon, gotta pay those bills Need weed, hear the bro got deals Through the time, only gang can squeal Free Dev, he the realest of the real Free Bo-Dot bring him close up the jail, close up the jail (Huh) Can't fit shoes, can't try to walk a nigga life Like pencils, keep lead on me through the night Official niggas always dyin', ain't right Like Blue's Clues, he a mystery if he lie Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fross (Huh) (Hook) I was jus' hittin' licks everyday tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, now I gotta keep that thang tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch out let me let that thang buss DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nun, I ain't tryna say nothing I am jus' living that lifestyle (That lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah I can't love on these bitches, They playin and starting to sneak now[?] (huh) But free up all my felons (oh yeah) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me Father up in Heaven (Forgive me Father up in Heaven) (I love all my fallen up in Heaven)

(It's Great John beats, baby) (Great John on the beat, by the way) Wait, what? can't move 'cause I'm too laced Touché, somebody gon' get hit while I'm off d'ussé No race, too saucy, can't catch up, can't reach my pace Can't wait, big dog, I'ma beat that cat if it's in my face No sober Have a bad b- get down low while a rich n- roll up Gang poled up And we don't need a party, gang is the party, you know us When we show up Gang lookin' like a bag in this b-, you can see that we glowed up We don't know nothin' Twelve all on my body, we ducking them boys like we owe somethin' Count bread like I'm working at the bank F- good, then that Louis comе your way I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing F- love, need some monеy in my safe All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late Too tact, too tough, they can't evade I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae Unlike most dudes, they can't relate Unlike most dudes, they can't relate Wait, what? nah, f- that, I'm still laced Redbone b- look good, slim waist Kool-aid d- and she might taste Ayy, and I got the bands filling up my pants, looking like a bank Ride 'round town in the big body double R Shooters turned it to a tank 'Cause I got the power, and I'm unstoppable, ayy N- acting tough, acting out of pocket, swear I won't pop at you See, a n- dripped out Lit now Shawty like the way I rock my jewels Iced out young n- Grown b- wanna suck my popsicle Ain't no other young n- like me be flexin' He want the work, then we stretch him Ride with two dogs on my side like the number eleven You will get added to heaven Talking real tough out your mouth, then we using subtraction Multiple shots coming at him I got a fetish for money, I'm good with the adding Know I be flippin' the package You know I Count bread like I'm working at the bank F- good, then that Louis come your way I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing F- love, need some money in my safe All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late Too tact, too tough, they can't evade I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae Unlike most dudes, they can't relate (falayho) Unlike most dudes, they can't relate