

Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro) Yeah (two one six) You smell that? That’s the scent of a coward. You thought this was a game? (Haha) The ink on that statement is blood on your hands. We gon’ cut you up bitch, u no longer a Man Two one six, Killa Gang, Let’s go. (Verse 1) We shared the same lead, shared the same crimes Now you’re singing to the feds, tryna skip time? You a vulture in a dress, you a snake in the grass Tryna get a pass, fuckin black mass n’igga third class You sat in the back, you heard every plan (man) Then you went to the feds, ran your mouth, made demands “Please, Officer, help me! I’ll tell you it all!” “I want clemency, witness protection, SOME BALLS” You gon’ be a massacre, just stains on the floor Don’t you ever show your face at my motherfucking door! (Hook) Stitch ‘em up, zip ‘em up, throw ‘em in the lake The weight of your words is a debt you can’t take! Walking through The Land with a cardinal sin The devil’s at the table and he’s wearing your skin! (Verse 2) Check the paperwork, yeah, it’s all in the files (mhm) You traded twenty years and skipped a trial (mhm) Now you spend all your days looking over your back Every twig that snaps sounds like a K.G. attack! (Brrr) You’re a bitch with a badge-number etched in your brain While the n’iggas you traded want you a bloodstain! You think you’re a hero? You’re a parasite, son You’re the reason why the good men are holdin a gun! The silence is deafening, it’s screaming your name You know I’m insane, you gonna feel the pain! (Bridge) You didn't just talk. You broke the code. You spit on the blood. Stepped on our toes. Sold us out for god only knows But now the hate and rage, it grows To levels only the devil has shown You crossed the gang and everyone knows snitches die and his children don’t grow (haha) And his bitch becomes the gang’s new hoe (mmm) (Verse 3) No witness! No mercy! No place you can hide! You’re a pussy ass bitch with nothing inside! You can’t change your identity, it’s too late And you can’t scrub the scent of a snitch off your face! The K.G. is hungry, they gon’ bury you deep You’ll be looking for K.G. everytime that you sleep! One slip, one trip, in the two one six And we’re coming for the debt, for guns for the win! Burn that ink off your skin! You a snitch!!! Pussy ass bitch! (Hook) Stitch ‘em up, zip ‘em up, throw ‘em in the lake The weight of your words is a debt you can’t take! Walking through The Land with a cardinal sin The devils at the table and he’s wearin your skin (Outro) Keep running. The world is small, but the consequences are massive. Rat. (Brrr) Fuckin rat. Fucking die snitch (brrrr) Fucking die bitch This the two one six (we don’t play around) Rats take hits (that’s right, that’s right) Burn that ink off your skin! (That’s right, that’s right) Rats take hits (that’s right, that’s right) Burn that ink off your skin! (That’s right, that’s right) This the two one six!!
Tags
Rap, male, dark and heavy beat, horror rap, angry vocals, intimidating, acoustic guitar, sound pad, insane, gun clicks
3:09
No
1/22/2026