Lyrics:
and told them to share it
I don't fuck with police, I don't fuck with no sheriffs
Knowin' out here with the squad I be sharing
These nosy ass bitches be
And every police car that I see ridin by
I autograph their car wit my brand new lid
Drinkin' to that set and hope my dog young have head
Throwin' up DPG
Island
Got murdered by one police officer while five of his fellow officers watched him do it
The guy killed the person that they were, uh, uh
Wha, what do
get your hands up
Police at my door, knockin'
Beggin' me for more, drop it
Excuse me Mr. Officer,
But what more can your offer her?
Nigga I ain't
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It ain't no pressure by the bitch
Whether it be by keep or the hunnid
Uh, it ain't no pressure by the bitch
What is the beef
a milli
They just looking to a pension
They say I might slip by
I get high
Do what I gotta
Don't dis mine
Yeah you walking on a thin line
Talking up
and democrats
Wouldn't be so harshly ridiculed
By society, for no reason
I'm a patriot, boy, no treason
I don't need the Fifth Amendment
My actions do all
thinking he might be alright
And his uncle is playing it cool
But, he's starting to feel guilty for taking his life
But, too late to be worried now
They
investigaton
No track will be neglected" stated the Police Chief
"Find the killer or resign, I have no other option !
cnd I swear, fellows Citizens, your wait
the camera
Nigga got trap's like bee's in Atlanta
B's, Put another 3 in the Fanta
In this V8 I'm drinking on Fuego
All these sticks in the trunk I might go by
Feel like a stepchild
Homies ain't breaking no bread
They might as well just be dead
She want tail but gave her head (Uhhh uhhh)
Feel like
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
the steps up
Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest
I had to break free, police on me and they F-B's
Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze"
run in with the long arm of the law, I'm long gone
I'ma do five years, no less than that, no questions asked
So it might be a good idea to stop right
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
take your liberties away,
And permit racism to rule over a race they kept as slaves
I got a problem, think that I might be the coronavirus
Just want
old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code
Ya’ll might know a lotta shit but ya’ll n****s don’t know me (Ya’ll n****s don’t know me)
All that shit you be talking
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
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
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
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
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