Cops

(album: Back From The Dead 2 - 2014)

[Hook:]
My watch is so flirty, take your bitch, I bet he can
My gun is so dirty, yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam
This ain't peanut butter, I can't be up in these jams
Pussy niggas tell it, y'all can't be up in these slams
Cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam
Pussy niggas stop that flexing, you know you ain't 'bout that there
Say you're a shooter, nigga stop right there
Red beam your head, put the dot right there
With the 50 niggas with Glocks right there
Vroom vroom nigga then the cops right there

Pull up on your strip with the hollow tip, starting shit
Take a whiff of this here, my gun fun and shit, pardon it
Bulldog with the 4 5th, and I target it, I did it
30 shots on my hip, and I bargained it, I did it
30 karats on my wrist, they just shine and shit, pardon it
Fuck niggas act like fish, pulled up and sardined it, I did it
Riding down your block, just came from silence
Bitch we lighting shit
Bitch I run this shit, this ain't a rally, bitch we climbing shit
Jumped out the porch when I was 9 and shit
On the block toting a 9 and shit
Running up, committing crimes and shit
Them being on that grimy shit
Now my jewelry bling as shit
Now I'm the biggest thing and shit
Smoking on dope, the blue dream and shit
This shit got me dreaming and shit

[Hook]

You got a Hi-Point, aye, nigga what?
You think with that Hi-Point, aye, you finna bust?
You think you're a hard boy, aye, nigga what?
Creeping down the pavement, aye, finna buck, up
With them slugs
Shoot you in your face and your nuts
Nigga, aye, what's up
With all these fuck niggas, talking a bunch of nothin'?
Scooby Doo shucks, when we pulling up
Shooting up trucks, shooting up your cars
Nigga run up, done up, hah, yeah, wish you luck
Click clack these guns, make 'em hot, these hoes fizzing up
Sizzling up

[Hook]