STOP SNITCHING Lyrics – A$AP Rocky | (Don’t Be Dumb Album)

Read the full STOP SNITCHING lyrics by A$AP Rocky from the album Don’t Be Dumb along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Aap Rocky like NO TRESPASSING and STFU.

[Intro]
Boy, this how rich n!ggas living, everything cost too much
Boy, this how rich n!ggas living, everything cost too much

[Chorus: A Rocky]
Drop-top Benz with all my pendants
Middle finger up, never pointing with my index
‘Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitching
Won’t drop a dime, do my time, standing on the business (Uh, yeah, boy), uh

[Verse 1: A Rocky]
Everything cost too much (It cost)

My n!ggas, we ball too much (We ball)
These neighbors, they saw too much (They saw)
Quit snitching, they call too much (They calling)
Look, these b!tches, they talk too much like such-and-such (Uh-huh)
Real n!ggas, they keep in touch (Uh-huh)
Lil’ n!gga think he can’t be touched (Uh-uh)
Lil’ homie from around the way
Got locked up like the othеr day (Right)
Quiet type, almost sold his life
All a suddеn got something to say
Caught a case and did a deal with Satan
Got extorted, he was giving payments
Now he in the office giving statements (Shh)
Plus some people got him on the tape (Ooh)
Did some s*it, then he told (Boy)
Did a bid, now he grown (Boy)
Came home, he a clone (Boy)
Now his life, I don’t even know (Boy)
Not a visit, not a call (Boy)
The feds were listening all along (Boy)
Self-snitching on a song (Boy)
They was tapping on his phone (What?)
These days, these n!ggas from a different school
These days, these young n!ggas make snitching cool
Youngins play by different rules, look, uh

I’m from where n!ggas talk and get physical
N!ggas shoot and get critical
When n!ggas die, it get biblical
YGs to OGs, stay the fu*k up off the interviews
You was just on Say Cheese, talking like interrogation room
RICOs for the whole team, yeah, you was throwing up the big B’s
Your partner do the big C’s, now you serving fifteen

[Refrain: A Rocky & Sauce Walka]
Gucci jeans with the stones
Like the old Jim Jones (Uh)
Been did Rick, did Chrome, yeah
We was so thin back then, just skin and bones (Uh)
Look how much we grown, yeah
We done been through it all (All)
To the end from the start, let’s go (Oohwee)

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
These n!ggas talking too much
He get to telling when my people selling, now we gotta slide in the truck (Uh-huh)
He got the package, it’s jumping, it’s bracking, the junkies is buying it up (Okay)
Customers lining it up, we blowing ‘za in the tux’ (Oohwee)
Your baby daddy sit down when he piss, most of these rappers is b!tch-made
All up in Harlem, Colombian b!tch, under her tongue, a big blade
How could you snitch on your brother when that was the person that’s keeping your rent paid?
Lemonade Cadillac, big laid, I bought the V on Wednesday
Rrr, too many horses in here
Sleeping with women from Texas to London, it’s too many choices in here
She got two million for leaving her husband, I got a divorce in my ear (My ear)
Just yesterday, feel asleep in the ‘Rari, my b!tch got a Porsche in the rear, for real
Buddy a fabric, a softener (What?)
N!ggas’ll lie to they mama and daddy, but go tell the truth to an officer
Don’t be surprised when you coughing up
Flip on the splatt, then we offing him
He tried to move out the country, I don’t even think they like rats in Yuskavia
Stay away from the streets ’cause it’s mafias

[Chorus: A Rocky]
Drop-top Benz with all my pendants
Middle finger up, never pointing with my index
‘Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitching
Won’t drop a dime, do my time, standing on the business (Uh, yeah, boy), uh

[Refrain: A Rocky]
Gucci jeans with the stones
Like the old Jim Jones (Uh)
Been did Rick, did Chrome, yeah
We was so thin back then, just skin and bones (Uh)
Look how much we grown, yeah
We done been through it all (All)
To the end from the start, let’s go