Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Quavo
Vocals
Future
Vocals
Seth Jones
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ty-Ron Douglas
Songwriter
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Seth Jones
Songwriter
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buddah Bless
Producer
Seth The Chef
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Executive Producer
Rico Beats
Executive Producer
Steven Victor
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
So you got the job doin' what?
Brah, I get paid to snitch now, ****
It's really classified, I can't even really talk about this shit, my **** (Oh my god)
Only reason I'm tellin' you because you my boy
But don't fuck with me, you see what I did to Roger
You seen what I did to Roger!
Forty years!
He had forty years?
Forty years! Bitch, you didn't wanna sign that plea?
Forty years!
Damn
Don't fuck wit' me
[Verse 2]
Seth the chef
Buddah blessed this beat
[Verse 3]
Yeah, Huncho
Look at my status (Status)
No, I'm not braggin', I'm not average (Average)
My bitch want a Patek (Patek)
I bought her a whip and I told her, "Stop naggin'" (Skrrt)
Too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin' (Fleek)
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)
Fuck the cops, we goin' big
**** out here hate the kid 'cause I'm runnin' up when I'm supposed to be dead (Uh)
Bitch, I'm a player (Player)
****, we're trappin' and checkin' the mail, yeah
Look at my layers (Woo)
Designer my jacket, I'm handin' out bills, yeah
These **** dead
Soon as I said, they wanna go tell, yeah
The way that you play it (Aye)
**** out here be workin' with twelve
[Verse 4]
Damn (Woo)
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh (Woo)
Damn (Go)
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh (Snitches, who?)
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh
Damn (Woo)
Snitchin' (Woo)
**** be out here snitchin', uh
Damn
[Verse 5]
They workin', they clockin'
They watchin', no stoppin'
No options, we ballin'
We poppin'
We goin', let's go
Get money, get mo'
The show, I got it
And there's plenty mo' on the boat (Oh)
[Verse 6]
**** we came from the bottom
Yes, it's time for the bosses to toast (Toast)
Me and the dog got collars (Rrr)
We puttin' diamonds on top of the chokers (Ice)
Fuck ****, come in the lane (Woo)
Shit, we droppin' him off like a floater (Float)
I ain't gon' mention his name
But if he do, it's like that, then it's over (Snitch)
[Verse 7]
Damn
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh (Woo)
Damn
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh
Damn
Smoke (**** be out here snitchin', uh)
[Verse 8]
Said, I pull up, Amiri, got ninas attached
Walk in the buildin', I shake up the room
Fuck on your lady, no feelin's attached
Just don't talk out your mouth 'cause she holdin' the broom
Yeah, yeah, walk in (Walk in)
Then walk up out it
There's never a day I don't walk without it
Shoot a ****, never talk about it
'Cause these **** be rats (Yeah)
I had to shoot it in class
I had the ninas attached
Fuckin' 'round, see, I had the best batch (Woo!)
If Quavo tell me, "Get 'em", then I'ma do the dash (I'ma do the dash)
Dash, yeah, I take off like a rocket (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
Damn
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh (Woo)
Damn
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh
Damn
**** be out here snitchin'
[Verse 10]
Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown
Pick a town, lock it down
Chrome Hearts, Chrome Hearts
Bitches love my style
Look at how my wrist glow
Two-fifty just for the watch
Post on the block, I was servin' vanilla
I caught a wave on some Maison Margiela
Audemars, water, Beretta, vendetta
Stella McCartney, it came with a bezel
Takin' off just like a rocket, got racks in my pocket
I'm havin' my way with these hoes
Shawty in love with my diamonds, she love how they twinkle
She love how they glisten, they glow
Pour up a four like I'm young Tony Stoke
One in the head, ninety-nine more to go
Winnin' and winnin', pull up like a GOAT
Trippin' don't spill it, chinchilla on a float
Came from the gutter that's word from the bro
[Verse 11]
I'm Evel Knievel, these **** some divas
I'm really havin' more hits than the Beatles
I was out trappin' with keys like Alicia
I be finessin' my plug, got it cheaper
Bought some new killas, I bought some new choppers
I'm on the block with the devil, I hang with the robbers
Any hood we go, they treat me like God
Switch up the flow for the visual
Just so you know that I'm spiritual
All of my money identical
Blue faces, blue faces, keep it one hunnid
They want that woo shit
**** gon' shoot shit
You ain't no woo, ****
You ain't gon' do shit
[Verse 12]
Damn
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh (Woo)
Damn
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
Snitchin'
**** be out here snitchin', uh
Damn
**** be out here snitchin'
Written by: Bashar Barakah Jackson, Nayvadius Wilburn, Quavious Marshall, Seth Jones, Taurus Bartlett, Ty-Ron Douglas