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Snitches
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Snitches was released on April 1, 2025 by MisLeDx as a part of the album Faded
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AlbumFaded
Release DateApril 1, 2025
LabelMisLeDx
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caleb Wood
Caleb Wood
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Wood
Caleb Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caleb Wood
Caleb Wood
Producer

Lyrics

You talk too much, better hush up quick
Snitches get stitches, but I get rich
bitches be flockin', they love my drip
Glock in my pocket, I walk with a limp
They wanna talk, but they never gon' spin it, I'm in it to win it, I'm stackin' my digits
I'm makin' a killin', no witness to pin it, they runnin' like fitness, I'm pushin' the limit
I got a Beretta, it sit in my denim, I send 'em to heaven for talkin' like villains
I'm movin' like venom, no antidote in 'em, my diamonds be wet like they swim in a river
Snitches get stitches, but I be gettin' bitches
Paper stackin' up, I don't need no fake riches
Pull up in the foreign, bet that engine sound vicious
You ain't on my level, why you actin' so ambitious
Choppa got a kick, call it Liu Kang
Pockets full of blues, no new change
Came from the gutter, now the view changed
Runnin' up the numbers like a new game
Whippin' the Phantom, I vanish like magic
You talkin' that static, I turn you to ashes
They call me a savage, I never be lackin'
You rat on the gang, then we catch you in traffic
I don't need no drama, I just need them commas, yeah
You was talkin' reckless, now you meetin' karma, yeah
Whippin' through the city, feel like Tony Montana, yeah
bitches love a winner, I'm just keepin' honest, yeah
Snitches get stitches, but I be gettin' bitches
Paper stackin' up, I don't need no fake riches
Pull up in the foreign, bet that engine sound vicious
You ain't on my level, why you actin' so ambitious
Runnin' it up, I been doin' it different, I get it, I flip it, I'm drippin', I'm gifted
They talkin', they trippin', my finger be itchin', I'm pressin' the button, I'm sendin' a missile
I'm whippin' the coupe and I'm changin' the lane, they be duckin' and dodgin', they hidin' in shame
I be stackin' up numbers, I stay in my lane, if you play with my name, then you leakin' your brain
Snitches get stitches, but I be gettin' bitches
Paper stackin' up, I don't need no fake riches
Pull up in the foreign, bet that engine sound vicious
You ain't on my level, why you actin' so ambitious
Snitches get stitches, but I be gettin' bitches
All my pockets heavy, boy, I'm movin' like a business
Keep that thang tucked, 'cause I'm never on a witness
Talkin' outta pocket? Then we send 'em on a mission
Written by: Caleb Wood
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