I wont tell Lyrics

So you come in, so you got the job thrown

I can't paint this list now, nigga, it's really crucified

I can't even really talk about this shit, my nigga

Oh my God

I don't rest, I'm tellin' niggas you my boy

But don't fuck with me, you see what I did to Roger

You see what I did to Roger

40 years, yeah, 40 years

40 years, bitch, you know what I'm sayin'

My mind is fixed, Louis Boyne

He told the rollers where them niggas from

He told the rollers they some soldiers

And they be toting all kind of guns

He told the rollers they was on the run

They hunt patrollers, they roll and be having blizzies with them Cinnabon

He told them peoples that them niggas ill

They be geeked up strippin' niggas down

Loaded off them fuckin' pills

He told the rollers that them niggas AP

Seen him at the club, they up to K to try to eat his fuckin' face

He did the crime but he can't take the case

Tellin' all kind of shit, even lies to his people

Place, pitch, and place in the people

Where that boy take a knife, talk and stay

Boy with judges, he participate, he infiltrate

Goddamn, that boy can illustrate

Every clique he with, that nigga don't discriminate

He a snitch up on his mama

With this nigga, I ain't finna play

I'ma drop a addy on this nigga, we gon' demonstrate

Keep them niggas out your circle, don't play into that

Biker, mice, Rizzo, Master Splinter, them boys been a rat

Once you sign your name up on that paper, you can't take it back

You put your name up on them statements, you can't take it back

Now you shackled up, hate that you can't shake the fact

You put your trust in the bitch, nigga, and that boy a rat

Now you shackled up, hate that you can't shake the fact

You put your trust in the bitch, nigga, and that boy a rat

He was with the movement, pull up on a nigga, shootin

Told him, big rep, that's the plan, but I didn't do it

Do that, I listen to myself, hottest nigga was foolish

Got his ass wrapped up and toed on a couple shooters

Damn, we're niggas snitchin' folks

Nigga, you got caught up due to time, why you singin' though

Since you gonna be a bitch, we gon' treat you like a ho

Ain't no more thuggin', we gon' catch you and gon' wipe your nose

I'ma say it to him now

You, you happy about snitchin' on me

That's in my head for a long time

I ain't got a job, but you ain't got a line, though

Nah, I don't want nobody helpin' me, man

What you mean

You woke me up to get the job

I ain't got nothin' to do with it

What you want me to do, D

You ain't happy with me

You always got a little punk, broke-ass nigga

Now I got a job

Are you tellin' me I ain't shit, nigga

Man, look, man, watch your mouth, bro

You oughta be happy before you're born

I ain't happy

You should make a good look at the car

Cause in a couple months, that bitch can't be paid

Armani, this is Thugly, boy