Neighbors - Remix
I was selling crack pills and weed I had different flavors
Too much traffic at the house police had to raid it
Had one too many complaints by the fucking neighbors
I got set up by a geeker he's a fucking traitor
If it wasn't for my nephew them charges would of been so much greater
I flushed everything I had on me that shit was major
You don't believe the shit I'm saying you a fucking hater
Its public record you can see it check the fucking papers
Ain't ever snitch ain't ever fold so I'm a fucking gangster
Fuck every nigga who ever told you a fucking wanksta
Ain't in the streets no more still follow the code ain't ever changing
If you play both sides of the field then you in fucking danger
I wish we could go back into time when niggas was using pagers
I don't believe a word these niggas be saying they entertainers
Instagram and Tik Tok got these niggas thinking they famous
Your whole hood know you a bitch that's why you chill with strangers
You ain't ever seen a whole brick of that white bitch
You see a nigga get on you wanna dry snitch
Hope you get yo teeth pulled out wit a vise grip
And a nigga strangle you until you lifeless
Anytime my niggas get in a crisis
Like my bitch we always keeping them tight lips
Real g's they always moving in silence
I just wanna make it so my kids can die rich
If you been in the game for ten years or more
And you ain't ever been caught you an informant
I ain't tryna glorify the street life
I'm just tryna tell you the shit that I was involved in
Shout out to my nephew he saved me when
He came running in yelling out wit a warning
A half a jar and four eight balls
A niggas never moved so fast to the toilet
This for them niggas takin trips
They don't wanna see you stacking chips
Don't slow down keep bagging zips
Make it disappear like a magic trick
Head on a swivel watch the pigs
We don't ever never snitch we plead the fifth
Make that paper then go legit
And don't ever stop till they see you get rich
I was selling crack pills and weed I had different flavors
Too much traffic at the house police had to raid it
Had one too many complaints by the fucking neighbors
I got set up by a geeker he's a fucking traitor
If it wasn't for my nephew them charges would of been so much greater
I flushed everything I had on me that shit was major
You don't believe the shit I'm saying you a fucking hater
Its public record you can see it check the fucking papers
Too much traffic at the house police had to raid it
Had one too many complaints by the fucking neighbors
I got set up by a geeker he's a fucking traitor
If it wasn't for my nephew them charges would of been so much greater
I flushed everything I had on me that shit was major
You don't believe the shit I'm saying you a fucking hater
Its public record you can see it check the fucking papers
Ain't ever snitch ain't ever fold so I'm a fucking gangster
Fuck every nigga who ever told you a fucking wanksta
Ain't in the streets no more still follow the code ain't ever changing
If you play both sides of the field then you in fucking danger
I wish we could go back into time when niggas was using pagers
I don't believe a word these niggas be saying they entertainers
Instagram and Tik Tok got these niggas thinking they famous
Your whole hood know you a bitch that's why you chill with strangers
You ain't ever seen a whole brick of that white bitch
You see a nigga get on you wanna dry snitch
Hope you get yo teeth pulled out wit a vise grip
And a nigga strangle you until you lifeless
Anytime my niggas get in a crisis
Like my bitch we always keeping them tight lips
Real g's they always moving in silence
I just wanna make it so my kids can die rich
If you been in the game for ten years or more
And you ain't ever been caught you an informant
I ain't tryna glorify the street life
I'm just tryna tell you the shit that I was involved in
Shout out to my nephew he saved me when
He came running in yelling out wit a warning
A half a jar and four eight balls
A niggas never moved so fast to the toilet
This for them niggas takin trips
They don't wanna see you stacking chips
Don't slow down keep bagging zips
Make it disappear like a magic trick
Head on a swivel watch the pigs
We don't ever never snitch we plead the fifth
Make that paper then go legit
And don't ever stop till they see you get rich
I was selling crack pills and weed I had different flavors
Too much traffic at the house police had to raid it
Had one too many complaints by the fucking neighbors
I got set up by a geeker he's a fucking traitor
If it wasn't for my nephew them charges would of been so much greater
I flushed everything I had on me that shit was major
You don't believe the shit I'm saying you a fucking hater
Its public record you can see it check the fucking papers
Credits
Writer(s): Frederick Robertson Jr.
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