j spades - flexin' lyrics
[intro]
flexin on them
follow the twitter real g underscore g sp-ce
the beatbox got yea
[hook]
real n-gga snitching is a thing without tolerating
or we will find out where your mother staying
she probably going to say she don’t care cause
you don’t buy her nothing on mother’s day
the whole squad loving over here cause
we real n-ggas i heard a snitch just died just
the other day for real n-gga screaming real
n-gga over here cause we real n-ggas snitching
is a thing that we don’t tolerate
[verse 1]
yo yo wah gwan fi dem rap n-ggas always talkin
about bricks or roar check the file and it makes
me smile cause they never seen a brick before
they never seen a brick before man in the
kitchen whippin roars get the fork out the
kitchen draw whip n-gga probably residue on
my kitchen floor 013 014 i swear i nearly
went crazy feds drop by the trap house gettin
7 year then i sn-tch kenny out the trap house
give him seven years that’s crazy i lost my baby
mother and my grandmother because my baby
mother lost a baby i bounce back love the way
that i bounce back a n-gga disrespect me i
doubt that my shank i never roll without that
we in the club smoking that loud pack
probably sellin that loud pack them selling
that loud pack when you rats get you caught
up in a mouse trap i laugh like waah n-ggas
[hook]
real n-gga snitching is a thing without tolerating
or we will find out where your mother staying
she probably going to say she don’t care cause
you don’t buy her nothing on mother’s day
the whole squad loving over here cause
we real n-ggas i heard a snitch just died just
the other day for real n-gga screaming real
n-gga over here cause we real n-ggas snitching
is a thing that we don’t tolerate
[verse 2]
wah weed so strong smelling it from my pocket
money so thick can’t fit in my pocket
ring so big can’t fit in my pocket
till all these gold diggers trying to get in my pocket
in the parking lot car too big can’t fit in the parking
all these these snitch n-ggas all these snitch n-ggas
stop talking you can’t call my name in any snitch
thing i beg you pardon before i let the dogs out
and i ain’t talking about no back garden if you
sell bricks or you sell zizz then the pagans them
a go tell feds they f-cked up and get locked up and
think that snitching would help them that’s the dream
feds sell them i just laughed loud when you rats
get caught up in mousetrap i laugh like wah
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