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The Informant
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Hip-Hop
The Informant was released on April 15, 2019 by Shaap Records as a part of the album A Cold World
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Release DateApril 15, 2019
LabelShaap Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ANKHLEJOHN
ANKHLEJOHN
Performer
John Tucker
John Tucker
Rap
Aidan Jude Higdon
Aidan Jude Higdon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Tucker
John Tucker
Songwriter
Aidan Jude Higdon
Aidan Jude Higdon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinyl Villain
Vinyl Villain
Producer
Aidan Jude Higdon
Aidan Jude Higdon
Producer

Lyrics

What's here?
Transactions?
You see that Salvatrucha zero head sittin' over there on the fence tryna act like he's not slangin' dope?
Yeah (Yeah)
That's my boy (Sick, sick, sick)
My boy, Neto (Fuck that ****, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Huh?)
Yeah, thought it was old murder, you was 'pposed to tell the judge, "No murders" (Old murder, huh?)
I tried to call you, you had no service (Nah)
We had to get rid of the old burners
Too many bodies on 'em (Say goodbye)
I warned you, they got a warrant, cops swarmed in (Ah)
You broke the code and turned informant
Can't wear no jail clothes, he hate the color orange (Shit)
They sent the boys to pay his mama a visit
Like, "Call your son and tell 'em stop snitchin'" (Call him, call his mother)
We know too much about one another, thought we was brothers (We was brothers)
If I'm the ketchup, you the mustard
'Pposed to get this bread, but you did a fuck-up (Woo)
Now you wanna give us up, don't let it be truth
Don't let me find proof, this situation very minute
You wanna have to bury my dude (Woo)
You talkin' and I don't like it (Nah)
Soon as he leave the courthouse, I'ma strike 'em (Bing)
I was on Adderall and Vicodin
Funeral homes gon' type the hyphen in (Yeah)
Yeah (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
I tell you what though, lord, this life cutthroat (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Here's a couple things that you must know (You must know this)
Give respect to the utmost (Respect)
Fake **** gusto (Yeah), hang with us? Fuck no (Fuck no, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
I tell you what though (What?) Lord, this life cutthroat (You dig?)
Here's a couple things that you must know (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Give respect to the utmost
Fake **** gusto (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? ****), hang with us? Fuck no (Not at all, you can't sit with us, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Huh?
Was it on purpose or was it a mistake? (Yeah)
Was it love or was it hate? (Huh?)
Was it somethin' out the gate that I missed? (Yeah)
I can solve this problem with my fist (What?)
Rib shot, I make you piss (Woo)
I'm fuckin' pissed 'cause I had you 'round me a lot and you was just a risk (Yeah)
You walk around with a wire like rattin' don't exist (How?)
You gave the feds a whole story, plottin' on the twist (How?)
I was with my girl, they puttin' shackles on my wrist (What?)
This like Takashi, rat poison in his autopsy (Huh?)
Rayful Edmond told for twenty-five years straight (What?)
How you gon' get out the can and tryna live straight? (How?)
Put somethin' in your drink, I know you felt that weird taste (He gone)
I don't trust **** as far as I can throw 'em (Yeah)
If he ain't the lordy, I don't know 'em (Yeah)
A **** lyin' if they say I owe 'em (What?)
I don't fuck with rodents (Nah)
Watch them **** around you, never lose no focus (Not at all)
I tell you what though, lord, this life cutthroat (Yeah)
Here's a couple things that you must know (No snitchin' and man)
Give respect to the utmost (It's a lot of bitch-ass **** out here, you hear me?)
Fake **** gusto, hang with us? Fuck no (You can't sit with us, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
I tell you what though, lord, this life cutthroat (Yeah)
Here's a couple things that you must know (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Give respect to the utmost
Fake **** gusto (Yeah), hang with us? Fuck no (You can't sit at my lunch table, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Written by: Aidan Jude Higdon, John Tucker
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