Lyrics:
the cops
Donuts in the parking lot
Fuck it we gon make it hot
I been going through a lot
I just hope I make it out
I just hope the ones I love can make it
already know it
Singing on beats man they calling me "Stoic"
Jump outta bed and I'm already geeked
I'm way to high I cant stand on my feet
I bought a bag
man I can't go to bed
So fuck it bitch I'm Boutta be on on the block
Smokin dope and watchin fo cops
Gaining weight I'm eating a lot
My grind you see
had the focus oh shit it’s hard to notice/
Been one of the dopest, difference in flow like the sea when it’s parted by Moses/
To art I’m devoted, me
go a whizzing by
Fare thee well Laramie and Albuquerque High
Yes sir, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit till we hit California
From
go a whizzing by
Fare thee well Laramie and Albuquerque High
Yes sir, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit till we hit California
From
Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me
I did the city thing plus I played it out of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot
you from the jump so why you forcing
Him second to none you can't compare so just avoid it
I'm not referee but how I see it I'ma call it
Dope as fuck
a cave
Hunter aiming at yo brain
Brain brain brain liquid
I feel like eddy
Grip machette
I'm addicted
But not by definition
Cause I kicked it
Flvco
just blew in from Spain
Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf
You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel
The story of a demented bread-boffer
And acted like it
to drive after porters
Got stopped by enforcers
Not one cop, there were more sirs
Sir I'm sorry I didn't mean to drive
You know I needed to feel alive
I
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
a third degree burn
Iced it down when he was asleep
And said you'll be okay
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplaning
Hoping
panties sitting on half till
I know niggas with jump shots
But they’ll never be worth half a mil
I feel like it’s easy
I get to the bag every season
Diamond
Loaded gun
But ain't gone shoot nothing
You pussy niggas ain't gone
Do nothing
Talk a lot of s***
But never back it up
I talk it like I talk it
all down
Slidin n shootin gun sounds
It's another opp body found
It's time that we let 'em all know now
Jump in that water and you might drown
It's
Brand new glock and it came with a beam
If he shoot me then he dying with me
If he run up then he catching bout 3
There's a whole lot of opps that I'm
Lord knows i been praying a lot
Just for a fucking spot
Ask me if I’m doing wrong I’ll lie and say I’m not
But dammit it’s worth a shot and I’ll take
life's about to get a lot better, here today gone tomorrow, on another level, but it's whatever, life is about to get a lot better, whenever, wherever,
The smoke pissing them off
Slurp it down to be alone with you
My brain can't coupe, I need the dew
I need to drip drop I mix the stew
Now I flip flop my
Got new sounds for Sir Spyro to pattern
(Sounds of the sir)
Took matters into my own hands
When it mattered & made things happen
From Birmingham like
Jump Jump on a Camel Hump
Let’s travel to a place where it had all begun
Where people lived and worked in the sun
And also made time for learning
a lot of games
But with you it's not the same.
For you, I'm'ma ride.
I want you by my side,
I feel like them ghetto boys. (She playin with my mind)
I'm'ma
neck glow
Pineapple Faygo
Mix it with that serum
Syrup got this villain looking at the ceiling yea yea
Yea yea
First date ran through like she first base
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