Lyrics:
phone
I madly gambled my phone and got smacked
By my bro
[Chorus]
What do you mean routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sound
Pain is what they do to me I know poor baby I been saying peace Lord I might go crazy
Send a angel as a life guard maybe black and proud to be
I
advanced, thank God for computers
But that comment might not be fair
The big bang make everything clear
Got hated on with my niggas in here
But understand
sorry
Lean in my cup, she wanna fuck
Molly for lunch with the fruit punch
I seen your bitch comin', I might had to duck
I don't wanna fuck 'cause that
Leave
Don't call me later cuz ill be OT
Going so fast gotta run from police
Flipping the bird if you don't keep the Peace
Come get ya shawty she up on her
Glock .19 so much
I might go get it out the river (go get my bitch up out that river)
Police tryna make me pull over
You know that shit a wrap (know
I'm too scared you gone hurt me
Go back to prison Bae you might desert me
Grind hard in the trap with the (cut) I be serving
Police pull us over no
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Everyone is waitin' on the bell
Couple seconds, we'll be raisin' hell
The sun is shinin' down, school is finally
ridin high
And every police car that I see ridin by
I autograph their car wit my brand new lid
Drinkin to tha set and hope my dogg young have head
love beef
You love streets, you love runnin', duckin' police
You love your hood, might even love it to death
But what love got to do with it when you
While his buddies got beat by the truncheon sticks, OW
Well, the van was full from police dedication
And the cops all laughed as they went back
I never been arrested
Ain't gotta record
For the record
Get arrested by a white cop
On your way to the police station, hope you speak Afrikaans
my search for the green
All my friends getting caught by police
It's the life that they live, the cops on TV
They the pre-Madonna of the street
No AC
trophy glass
She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags
Like damn, can I be yo' police badge
Pull it up, get a little cozy and
Woman is sorta like
trophy glass
She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags
Like damn, can I be yo' police badge
Pull it up, get a little cozy and
Woman is sorta like
Switch on the glocks but I could never switch
I gotta bitch don't be posting no pics
Niggas be gossiping some like a bitch
I swear you might as well
bada-bada
Is you rolling, bitch, I might be Sold dope up in my white tee, so dope one of my aunties
Smoke dope, but I still love her
Pop a nigga bout my
ignorance
Get 'em
Don't forget the heat (watch out)
They might catch you lacking (watch out)
On 47th street (watch out)
By your mama address (watch
come outside, put belt to ass
Bella, bitch, she bad, but she fuck with dude and him so I might pass
SR-10392 saved by 180 on the dash
He can't fuck with
on me like I was Kevin gates
I keep two poles wit me like I was fishing
I'm running from police I'm hurdling fences
I come from the trenches I forgot
that)
And the Chief of Police says he just might
(Flatten out every house he sees on sight)
Because he say the rockman is takin him for a fool
And for
W
And we hate deductibles
Like police hate untouchables
They see me in a car then they F-O-L-L-O W
I drive S-L-O W, with that B-L-O W
I like it very
grease
Designer shoes they be hurtin my feet
Might take em back so I kept the receipt
That's not a cat it don’t say srt
I got a drum on this arp
Turn up
squirters
A bag of money and a big ass heart
It's about to be capital murder
They swing and they whack you on purpose
They walk by your house like they
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