Lil Mabu & DUSTY LOCANE – NO SNITCHING Mp3 Download & Lyrics

Lil Mabu & DUSTY LOCANE – NO SNITCHING Mp3 Download & Lyrics.

The talented singer, whose real name is Matthew Peter DeLuca, better known by his stage name Lil Mabu, is an American rapper based in Manhattan, New York. 

He was born on 4th April in the year 2005 in Manhattan, New York, United States

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Lil Mabu & DUSTY LOCANE – NO SNITCHING Lyrics;

[Intro]
(Say hello to my little friend)

[Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang), that’s on my kids (Yeah)
I put a chopper on the blade (Grrah, grrah), put a blade on a switch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I keep my right hand spinnin’ like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don’t miss, I’m makin’ money while I piss (Huh, makin’ money while I piss), like

[Verse 1: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
Double M, bitch, we the Feva (Feva)
Dead off the muddy, go pour up a liter (Boom)
Back on his head, he a Peter (Peter)
Glock 19 and I’m namin’ it Tina (Tina)
One-sixty on the dash (Okay), ain’t checkin’ the meter (The meter)
You bettеr not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (Rrr, amnеsia)

[Verse 2: Lil Mabu]
I got a plug from the P, free Snow, damn, the cops got him
Cock one, make the block run, opps duck
I got the drop on some funds, man, I’m finna cop some (Finna cop one)
I’m finna cop that icy piece from Lyana, grrah

[Verse 3: Dusty Locane]
I gotta 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 chopper on the blade, put a blade on a switch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I keep my right hand spinnin’ like my last name Smith (My last name Smith, grrah)
I don’t miss (Grrah), I’m makin’ money (Gang, gang, gang) while I piss (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 4: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
Hop out the Scat’, where my shooters at? Guess they runnin’ late
All my opps probably smokin’ rock, so I got time to waste (Oppy)
Picked up my pace ’cause I saw a shop ten feet down the block (Grrah, grrah)
He ain’t got a lock, so I walk into it, then I saw the boss (How’s it go?)
And he like, “Hi,” he said, “How’s your day?” I said, “I’m doin’ great” (Ha)
Then I upped it at his face and I said, “Open up that case” (Open up that case)
I took a chain, plus a pendant too (Grrah), dependin’ on my mood
I need to run, but the front is shot, I only got one too (Get out my way)
Then I saw twelve, Dusty rang my bell, he said, “What’s the move?” (What’s the move, cuz?)
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 pacin’ and my heart is racin’, don’t know what to do (I do, I do)
I’m actin’ cool, drippy like a pool, waitin’ for the goons (Grrah)
Then I seen 05, let off two, we starting racin’ with the loot (Racing with the loot)

[Bridge: Lil Mabu]
(Don’t run, don’t trip, grrah, don’t run, don’t trip, grrah, grrah)
(We started racing with the loot)
Gang, gang, gang
(Grrah, 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 chopper on the blade, put a blade on a switch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
I keep my right hand spinnin’ like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don’t miss, I’m makin’ money (Gang, gang, gang) while I piss, like (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 5: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
How many niggas you know is ready to spin when it’s time for the drama? (For the drama)
I’m lettin’ off every shot in this clip, I put that shit on my mama (Grrt, grrt, grrah, grrt)
The homies told me, “Chill out,” bag on his head so he dyin’ proper (Rest in piss, prof’)
We might’ve mixed it up with Fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor (A doctor)
Them Double Ms just to work (Just to work), first nigga run up, get hit with that— (Mabu)

[Verse 6: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
And you know I ain’t missin’ that
Got a beam on my head with a fit to match
Pussy niggas be all for the chitty-chat (The chitty-chat)
I’ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap (Knock his fitted cap)
Can’t say no to the poles and I’m gon’ beat him down with a bat
I put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like an hour, I’m leavin’ him flat (Hahahaha)
I got a custom boot with your face on it, now he off the map (Rrr).

…..THE END