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21 savage feat. metro boomin & young nudy - snitches & rats (feat. young nudy) lyrics

yeah, huh, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah (if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you)

snitches and rats, snitches and rats
snitches and rats, they all get whacked (p+ssy)
he told on his brother (p+ssy), his brother told back (p+ssy)
they say that they twins, we call them siamese rats (on god)

snitches and rats (21), snitches and rats (21)
we sn+tchin’ your jewelry (on god), and takin’ your pack (lil’ b+tch)
snitches and rats (p+ssy), snitches and rats (p+ssy)
we cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (facts)

you talk on the internet, we talk in the street (21)
kel+tec .223, like d+wade, i love my heat (21)
glock 19 in the booth, it’s on the seat (p+ssy)
black air force 1s in the feild they’re my cleats (p+ssy)
caught a rap n+gga down bad
now his ass in a body bag (big facts)
sound real tough whеn you makin’ them songs
where the f+ck is your bodies at? (p+ssy)
say you want smoke with that big 4l (21)
where the f+ck is your apartments at? (21)
been stepped on them, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh+t (p+ssy)
them n+ggas a welcome mat
shawty was speakin’ them facts (on god)
shawty ain’t talkin’ to rats (on god)
n+ggas know nudy my twin
playin’ with cuz, a n+gga get whacked (facts)
you ain’t gon’ slide, you a ho, dawg (p+ssy)
spinned a n+gga block, then we rode off (p+ssy)
young coupe tryna up the score, dawg
sheff wu was busy, so i took 4 god (21)

black and white gon’ tell it, and you snitchin’, p+ssy, i don’t smell it
real convicted felon, strapped up, loaded, sh+t, this lethal weapon (lethal)
bless you p+ssy n+ggas with this weapon, send you straight to heaven
man, i pray to god you p+ssy n+ggas don’t test me, i’m gon’ bless you (for real)
hope you n+ggas retaliate, don’t tell them peoples or your mama (d+mn)
n+ggas like to dry snitch when sh+t get real, wanna go tell they mama
got to keep this sh+t twenty+one hundred, don’t you fold under pressure
f+ck your honor, you know they try to give you a hundred
yeah, n+ggas be scared, they catchin’ a hundred
snitches and rats, we gon’ feed him a hundred (word)
i spent that money, blue cheese (woo)
all these rap n+ggas gon’ follow the cheese (yeah)
trade ones with my brudda,
the other sh+t, you know we bust ’em (we bust ’em)
i don’t f+ckin’ trust ya, if you ain’t metro, we gon’ bust ya

roll the window down, squeeze
f+ck it, spin again while they grieve
76, .223s
who copped? deuces, please

- 21 savage feat metro boomin young nudy lyrics

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