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Shy Glizzy

Cops & Robbers

 

Cops & Robbers

(album: Flowers - 2023)


(Ayy, Harto cooked this one up)
Ayy
Ayy

These niggas clique hoppers
I got bitches on my dick, they call me big papa
We be running from helicopters, playing cops and robbers
I be posted in them projects with them real mobbers
I'm a top shotta, baby
We just dropped five bodies (Ayy)
It's Young Jefe, but they treat me like John Gotti
Dump that beat and swerve off in that widebody
That Glock ain't got no safety, but that's alright
And that's hardbody, ayy

I can't stand these hoes
I spent ten racks on my bitch, now she got cantaloupes
Money only thing solve my problems, gotta sell these loads
My granny just called my phone and said she had a stroke
I almost crashed my Porsche, ayy
I'm on my Saddam shit
I keep an AK on my side, I keep me a bomb, bitch
And you can't get next to her, she be like, "Uh-uh, bitch"
All these niggas do is snitch, but we shoot like John Wick
Let them guns rip, ayy

These niggas clique hoppers
I got bitches on my dick, they call me big papa
We be running from helicopters, playing cops and robbers
I be posted in them projects with them real mobbers
I'm a top shotta, baby
We just dropped five bodies (Ayy)
It's Young Jefe, but they treat me like John Gotti
Dump that beat and swerve off in that widebody
That Glock ain't got no safety, but that's alright
And that's hardbody, ayy

Ricky, oh
I mention that every song 'cause, bitch, I bought the store
I ain't even post a pic in half of the shit I wore
Better start inviting a nigga out to them fashion shows
No, I'm crashing those
Solitaire my ears
I asked my bitch what she said, she said, "This our year"
Ain't gotta tell my niggas to shoot, they just gon' voluteer
And they ain't even got no picks, they gon' spray over there
I'm talking everywhere, yeah

These niggas clique hoppers
I got bitches on my dick, they call me big papa
We be running from helicopters, playing cops and robbers
I be posted in them projects with them real mobbers
I'm a top shotta, baby
We just dropped five bodies (Ayy)
It's Young Jefe, but they treat me like John Gotti
Dump that beat and swerve off in that widebody
That Glock ain't got no safety, but that's alright
And that's hardbody, ayy

done

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