Lyrics Hip-Hop / Rap

A$AP Rocky ― STOP SNITCHING Lyrics

January 16, 202635

Title: STOP SNITCHING
Artist: A$AP Rocky
Album: Don’t Be Dumb
Release Date: January 16, 2026

STOP SNITCHING Lyrics by A$AP Rocky

Boy, this how rich niggas livin’, everything cost too much
Boy, this how rich niggas livin’, everything cost too much

Drop-top Benz with all my pendants
Middle finger up, never pointin’ with my index
‘Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin’
Won’t drop a dime, do my time, standin’ on the business (Uh, yeah, boy)

Uh, everything cost too much
My niggas, we ball too much
These neighbors, they stalk too much
Quit snitchin’, they call too much
Look, these bitches, they talk too much like [?] and such
Real niggas, they keep in touch
Lil’ nigga think he can’t be touched (Boy)
Lil’ homie from around the way
Got locked up like the other day (Right)
Quiet type, almost lost his life
All the sudden got somethin’ to say
Caught a case and did a deal with Satan
He got extorted, he was givin’ payments
Now, he in the office, givin’ statements (Shh)
Tons of people got him on the tape (Woo)
Did some shit, then he told (Boy)
Did it big, now he grown (Boy)
Came home, he a clone (Boy)
Now his life, I don’t even know (Boy)
Not a visit, not a call (Boy)
The feds were listen all along (Boy)
Self snitchin’ on his songs (Boy)
They was tappin’ on his phone (What?)
These days, these niggas from a different school
These days, these young niggas make snitchin’ cool
Youngin’s play by different rules, look, uh
I’m from where niggas talk and get physical
Niggas shoot and get critical
When niggas die, it get biblical
YGs the OGs, stay the fuck up off the interviews
You was just on SAYCHEESE, talkin’ like interrogation room
RICO’s watch for the whole team (Yeah)
You was throwin’ up the big B’s
Your partner do the big C’s, now, you servin’ fifteen

Gucci jeans with the stones
Like the old Jim Jones (Uh)
Been did Rick, did Chrome (Yeah)
We was so thin back then, just skin and bones (Uh)
Look how much we grown (Yeah)
We done been through it all (Uh)
To the end from the start, let’s go (Boy)
Gucci jeans with the stones
Like the old Jim Jones
Been did Rick, did Chrome
See, all of these niggas is frauds

Boy, this how rich niggas livin’, everything cost too much
Boy, this how rich niggas livin’, everything cost too much, boy
I be on that boss shit, briefcase full of racks (Boy)
Go get you some dog shit, bet she throw that cat

Drop-top Benzes with all my pendants
Middle finger up, never pointin’ with my index
‘Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin’
My Glock-9, hairstyle, short just like your sentence (Haha)

Boy
Boy
Boy