Lyrics:
Break em off some
Yeah
Good cop, good cop, rollin' with that bad cop
What you doing boy, turning that blood clart
Buck shot shot, they fire
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
Super cop
I was born
last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I
heart attacks
Love my fans
I'll always be they favorite artist
And plus, my team go the hardest
We smoking on it if it's Cali green
Was once the newest
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
on Friday night
By a transit cop looking to fight, he said
Yo yo from the CIA, and I'm
Yo yo what an artist said, they're going
Yo yo yo!
Yo yo yo!
here
I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just
Dumb mothafucka
I'm a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet
And you
stomachs of cast-iron
Who been in to win and blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like how he did
you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on that bad bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from
stomachs of cast-iron
Who been in to win and blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like how he did
To my Metal Face bros with
Stomachs of cast iron who been in to win and
Blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo the calm artist
With the so-so chick
thirty
But I'm Ruger, squirty
Language and this loofah dirty
I don't see another artist on a nigga level
When I get to go to get it started, I'ma hit
Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
before I peddle a dime
Line for line, whose the best artist, the rest y'all garbage
But it's awkward, it's ass backwards, they still spinning your
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Wheezy outta here
Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you
Wooh!
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only you would listen
To what he has to say
There are songs of wisdom
There are songs
I remember doin' 10 over the limit would just get you a ticket
Just an inconvenience gettin' stopped
Bad cops played the jury, made the good ones
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