Lyrics:
ain't tripping over old hoes
Yeah, shoutout to the police
If they pull me over hopefully
They check the rolly now listen here, hey
Pay me what you owes
We be startin' in the front seat, take it to the back
Ima cutthroat hood nigga comin' from the trap
Cause I robbed the police, put the sticks in
It's do or die at any time, so I'm movin' cautious
Got niggas stuck off in the field, the police tryin' block us
I pray that karma isn't real if so, I
& turn him to ashes
I fuck that bitch don't need to take her on a date
Keep running up pesos screaming undalay
If the police try pull up on me ima do
fuck the police they can't ever book me
Shout out all my niggas in the kitchen they steady cooking
Run up that bag while ain't nobody looking
Bitch I'm
I am Captain Allen of the Seattle Police Department
I am now issuing a public safety order to disperse
Which means leave this area
If you do not do
Catch him on a lack ill stab him to death
Im done with the network talking
Really gets cold in East
Fuck the police
Why are they stalking?
Ur blind
leaving savages to roam in the streets
live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
smoke
saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could
Yo PinkOmega
Yo PinkOmega
One bad chef in a kitchen full of dough
Three bad bitches with their hands on the stove
Making home movies with
sleep, got me tossing and turning
Late night in the kitchen, hear 'em always fussin'
Got my ass beat, I ain't even do nothing
Seen her crying in
the summer with no air conditioner
Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter
Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million
Youngin thuggin', tryna
blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be?
How often have I asked that
blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be?
How often have I asked that
And who'd think in elementary
Hey! I see the penitentiary one day
And running from the police? That's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And who'd think in elementary?
Hey, I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin' from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
shampooed my hair
Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast, let's move along
Kitchen
shampooed my hair
Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast, let's move along
Kitchen
nigga
Blowing strong call it Popeye nigga
cnd you ain't in the kitchen
Cooking chickens
like its popeyes nigga you a lie nigga
In the club rockin side
throwing big bows
On the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours
On the outs, balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold
In the kitchen
on the bars
Run up on police with Dolla, smacked a nigga car
Huh, niggas talkin' jewelry, I spent a hundred large
Huh, I'ma spend that shit again because
A lot of shit a nigga never had a nigga tryna grab
And R.I.p. My nigga Black, 'cause they done chopped him into pieces
He was trying to duck police's
I
and loud screetches
And Tamika said police found drugs in Pudgie speaker
Plus son had an open case, for dope and base
Jake rushed his moms lab, he got
Bookey, feds dem ah move spookey
Mi ah drive in from grange hill
With a pound of di marijuana
Police pull me over, step to mi car
Officer wah yuh
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