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conversations.value: Write me a song called Snitching with the following description: “Snitching" is the eighth track from Pop Smoke’s debut posthumous album Shoot for the Stars, Aim for the Moon featuring Atlanta-based rappers Quavo and Future bragging about their status and wealth. It is produced by Buddah Bless and SethInTheKitchen. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  So, you got the job doin' what?
  Bro, I get paid to snitch now, nigga
  It's really classified, I can't really talk about this shit, my nigga
  Oh, my God
  Only reason I'm tellin' you this, 'cause you my boy
  But don't fuck with me, you see what I did to Roger
  You seen what I did to Roger
  Forty years
  He had forty years?
  Forty years, bitch, you don't wanna sign that plea
  Forty years
  Damn
  Don't fuck with me
  Seth the chef
  Buddah blessed this beat
  Yeah, Huncho
  [Verse 1: Quavo]
  Look at my status (Status)
  No, I'm not braggin', I'm not average (Average)
  My bitch want a Patek (Patek)
  I bought her a whip and I told her, "Stop naggin'" (Skrrt)
  Too much jewelry, my diamonds is blastin' (Bling)
  I bought it off backend (Shinin')
  The club is packed in (Packed in)
  Step in your city, we goin' in (Goin' in)
  Drop the top, let's blow the wind (Drop top)
  Fuck the cops, we goin' big
  Niggas out here hate the kid, 'cause I run it up when supposed to be dead, uh
  Bitch, I'm a player (Player)
  Nigga, we're trappin' and checkin' the mail, yeah
  Look at my layers, designer my jacket, I'm handin' out bills, yeah
  These niggas dead, soon as I said it, they wanna go tell, yeah
  The way that you playin' (Ayy), niggas out here be workin' with 12 [Chorus: Quavo]
  Damn (Woo), snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Woo, go)
  Damn, snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
  Snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
  Damn, snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Damn)
  [Verse 2: Quavo]
  They workin', they clockin', they watchin'
  No stoppin', no options, we ballin', we poppin'
  We goin', let's go, get money, get mo', the show
  I got it, and there's plenty more on the boat (Uh)
  Nigga, we came from the bottom
  Yes, it's time for the bosses to toast (Toast)
  Me and the dog got collars
  We puttin' diamonds on top of the chokers (Ice)
  Fuck nigga, come in the lane
  Shit, we droppin' him off like a floater (Float)
  I ain't gon' mention his name
  But if he do, it's like that then it's over (Snitch)
  [Chorus: Quavo]
  Damn, snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Woo)
  Damn, snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
  Snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
  Damn, snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin') [Verse 3: Pop Smoke]
  Smoke, look
  Said I pull up, Amiri, got ninas attached
  Walk in the buildin', I shake up the room
  Fuck on your lady, no feelings attached
  Just don't talk out your mouth 'cause she holdin' the broom
  Yeah, yeah, walk in (Walk in), then walk up out it
  There's never a day I don't walk without it (No)
  Shoot a nigga, never talk about it (Shh)
  'Cause these niggas be rats, yeah (Rats)
  I had to shoot it in class (Class)
  I had the ninas attached
  Fuckin' 'round, see, I had the best batch (Woo)
  If Quavo told me get him, then I'ma do the dash (I'ma do the dash)
  Yeah, yeah, dash (Dash), I take off like a rocket (Yeah)
  [Chorus: Quavo]
  Damn, snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Woo)
  Damn, snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
  Snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
  Damn
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin') [Verse 4: Future]
  Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown
  Pick a town, lock it down
  Chrome Hearts, Chrome Hearts
  Bitches love my style
  Look at how my wrist glow, huh
  Two-fifty just for the watch, uh
  Post on the block, I was servin' vanilla
  I caught a wave on some Maison Margiela
  Audemars, water, Beretta, vendetta
  Stella McCartney, it came with the bezel
  Takin' off just like a rocket, got racks in my pocket
  I'm havin' my way with these hoes
  Shawty in love with my diamonds, she love how they twinkle
  She love how they glisten and glow
  Pour up a four like I'm young Tony Snow
  One in the head, ninety-nine more to go
  Winnin' and winnin', pull up like a GOAT
  Trippin', don't spill, that chinchilla on the floor
  Came from the gutter, that's word from the bro
  I'm Evel Knievel, these niggas some divas
  I'm really havin' more hits than The Beatles
  I was out trappin' with keys like Alicia
  I be finessin' my plug, got it cheaper
  Bought some new killers, I bought some new choppers, hey
  I'm on the block with the Devil, I hang with the robbers
  Any hood we go, they treat me like God, huh
  Switch up the flow for the visual
  Just so you know that I'm spiritual
  All of my money identical
  Blue faces, blue faces, keep it one hundred
  They want that Woo shit
  Niggas gon' shoot shit
  You ain't no Woo, nigga
  You ain't gon' do shit
  [Chorus: Quavo]
  Damn, snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Woo, yeah)
  Damn, snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Snitchin')
  Snitchin'
  Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Damn ,yeah)
  Niggas be out here snitchin'