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[Verse 1: Lil Mabu:] 
I could never snitch
That’s on my kids
I put a choppa on a blade
Put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinning
Like my last name Smith
I-I-I-I don’t miss
I’m making money while I piss
Like

[Verse 2: Dusty Locane]

Double M bitch we the fever (Fever)
Dead off the muddy, go pour up a liter
Bag on his head, he a Peter (Peter)
Glock-19 and I'm naming it Tina (Tina)
One-sixty on the dash, ain’t checking the meter (The meter)
You better not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (Ergh)

[Verse 3: Lil Mabu]
I got a plug from the P, free Snow, damn, thе cops got him
Cock one, make the block run, opps duck
Got the drop on somе funds, man, I'm finna cop some (Cop what?)
I'm finna cop that icey piece from Lyana (Grrah)

[Verse 4: Dusty Locane]
I got to keep it thorough, I ain't one of them
Y'all niggas dick ride, go get back for the nigga you call your friend
Cut that fake shit, all pretend
If I miss, I spin again
Spin again, spin again, and I might just hit his— (Shh)

[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 5: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
Hop out the Scat', where my shooters at? Guess they running late
All my opps probably smoking rocks so I got time to waste
Picked up my pace, 'cause I saw a shop ten feet down the block
Ain’t got a lock, so I walk into it, then I saw the boss
And he like, "Hi, how's your day?" I said, "I'm doing great"
Then I upped it at his face and I said, "Open up that case"
I took a chain, and a pendant too, depending on my mood
I need to run, but the front is shut, I only got one tool (Get out my way)
Then I saw twelve, Dusty rang my bell
He said, "What's the move?" (What's the move?)
I said, "I'm doomed"
'Cause the cops just said that if I move, they shoot
Said, "You a fool.”
(If you got the jewels then I'll be there at 2)
Now I'm pacing, and my heart is racing, don't know what to do
I'm acting cool, drippy like a pool, waiting for the goons
Then I seen 05 let off two, we starting racing with the loot 

[Bridge: Lil Mabu]
(Don't run, don't trip, gah)
(Don't run, don't trip, gah, gah)
Gang, gang, gang
(Grr, we started, grrah)
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 6: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
How many niggas you know is ready to spin when it's time for the drama?
I'm letting off every son up in this clip, I put that shit on my momma
The homies told me, "Chill out," back on his head so he dying proper
We might've mixed it up with fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor
Ayo Double M’s what’s the word
First nigga run up, get hit with that— 

(Mabu)
And you know I ain’t missing that 
Got a beam on my head with a fitted mask 

Pussy niggas be all for the chitta chat
I'ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap (Yo pass that)

Cane say no to the poll, so now I'm gon' beat him down with a bat
I put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like an hour, I'm leaving him flat (Hahahaha)

I got a custom boot with your face on it—
Now he off the map (Ergh)

NO SNITCHING (with Dusty Locane)

Lil Mabu - MATHEMATICAL DISRESPECT

Lyrics

[Chorus: Sdot Go]
I like to party, but I need bitches
Clap, clap to the beat, I'm, I'm tryna see if she with it
I could've sworn she was stayin' with me
She tryna leave, yeah, I swear I don't get it
I, I think she playin' with me
Don't gotta question who layin' with me

[Verse 1: Sdot Go]
Keep it a hundred, do you want me or you want my friend?
I don't care 'bout the time that you tell me
You should've told me that from the beginnin'
I don't compete, bitch, that's what you want me to do
I'm tryna figure out how could I leave you
I—I do not wanna be rude
Think I'm fuckin' her bеstie, fucked up, I made a mеss
I wasn't 'posed to do nothin'
I did not know that that shit was a test
Please, I don't wanna argue, I'd rather rump you instead
I be missin' the way that you talk
I be missin' the way that you lay in my bed

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Where the fuck is you goin’? Why would you leave without sayin’ goodbye? (Bitch)
I’m tryna give you my love, like, why is you wastin’ my time?
KR, the bitches, they love me, like, I’m the biggest, nobody above me (Like, what?)
They tryna do all the shit that I do
I’m still official despite all the money (Grah)
Casamigo me now, in the party, I don’t got a chaser (Chaser)
She a Barbie, she want mе to chase her
Only bitch that I’m chasin’ is paper (Papеr)
And I’m tired of givin’ out favors
Fuck everybody and fuck they opinion (Bitch)
Why everybody relyin’ on me?
When it’s they turn, niggas actin’ oblivious
She live in my mind
I-I’m tryna live in your world (World)
Fuck them bitches, we makin’ them jealous
Lets go ghost and let them forget us
Be yourself, you don’t gotta be me
Like, that’s how the envy develop
Every second I’m feelin’ aggressive
Like, I don’t wanna be seen as a menace

[Verse 3: Sdot Go]
Love you or not, said I won’t leave you a couple of times
Even though that I will
Lyin’ to me when you talk
Would you still be here if I ain’t have a deal?
Givin’ my heart to a bitch
I swear that shit a dub, now I’m keepin’ it sealed
Like, I wanna take her out, she keep on thinkin’ I’m just tryna kill
I got it in her mouth, she just don’t love like I don’t got a seal
Bitch come and grab her butt
I know it’s good when she say how it feel
Tryna leave me, she really don’t mean that shit
Like, bro, do you see that shit?
Like, brodie, just squeeze that shit

[Verse 3: Kyle Richh]
Like, I do not need that bitch, but I put that dick in her (In her)
Slow sex, we can listen to SZA (SZA)
Oh she a freak, told her pose for the picture
BBL body, the booty is thicker
(BBL body, the booty is thicker)

[Chorus: Sdot Go]
I like to party, but I need bitches
Clap, clap to the beat, I'm, I'm tryna see if she with it
I could've sworn she was stayin' with me
She tryna leave, yeah, I swear I don't get it
I, I think she playin' with me
Don't gotta question who layin' with me
(Dont gotta question who laying with me)

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