Snitchin (remix) lyrics

[Intro]
So, you got the job doing what?
Bro, I get paid to snitch now, n*gga
It's really classified, I can't really talk about this sh*t, my n*gga
Oh, my God
Only reason I'm tellin you this, 'cause you my boy
But don't f*ck with me, you see what I did to Roger
You seen what I did to Roger
Forty years
He had forty years?
Forty years, b*tch, you don't wanna sign that plea
Forty years
Damn
Don't f*ck with me
Seth the chef
Buddah blessed this beat
Yeah, Huncho

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Look at my status (Status)
No, I'm not braggin', I'm not average (Average)
My b*tch want a Patek (Patek)
I bought her a whip and I told her, "Stop naggin'" (Skrr)
Too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin' (Bling)
I bought it off backend (Shinin')
The club is packed in (Packed in)
Step in your city, we goin' in (Goin' in)
Drop the top, let's blow the wind (Drop top)
f*ck the cops, we goin' big
n*ggas out here hate the kid, 'cause I run it up when supposed to be dead, uh
b*tch, I'm a player (Player)
n*gga, we're trappin' and checkin' the mail, yeah
Look at my layers, designer my jacket, I'm handin' out bills, yeah
These n*ggas dead, soon as I said it, they wanna go tell, yeah
The way that you playin' (Ayy), n*ggas out here be workin' with 12