Cop Cars
What?
Ayeyay
Aye
Chasin Bandz Nigga
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Catch me coolin in the trenches, wit them killers, them my niggas
Ain't no pounds round here & it ain't put it in swisher
We all CCed, I mean we all got pistols
Just don't look for the vin, let's just a dodge a Lil issue
(Just don't look for the vin, let's just dodge a lil issue)
We ain't riding dirty, ain't no need to search me
And my Bro ain't in the kitchen Whippin like he curry
I know it's 2am, we just out here early
(Who whip is this?)
It's another naeame
It don't matter, here's my Ls, that's my mothers naeame
I'm just dodging pot holes, that's why I'm switching laeane
Just don't reach down for yours, I'll blow yo brains
I'm just coolin, coolin, if it wasn't for that badge I'll really lose it
Damn I know my whip Phat, I'm just really cruising
You ain't gotta flick a nigga, you ain't gotta prove it
You ain't gotta do it, I'm just Movin & Groovin
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Sliding
Pocket fulla gwala, no, 40 on my hip We didn't rob shit
No I don't got time for the nonsense
I ain't hiding shit, minding my business
Good Cali pack, smoking on the best
28 grams nothing more nothing less
L's Good, boy I'm tryna avoid the arrest
You ain't gotta check the car because you prolly find the rest
Gas, OXY's, Adderall, more gas
Cash bitches, flip em both get mo cash
Damn riding wit some weight no bo flex
Riding hands free hoes get no text
I can't stayeayay we ain't on shit
I know it smell like loud, we ain't smoke shit
Adderall Out the wayeyay, But I'm focus
Shooting you might gone to catch me ain't on that
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Ayeyay
Aye
Chasin Bandz Nigga
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Catch me coolin in the trenches, wit them killers, them my niggas
Ain't no pounds round here & it ain't put it in swisher
We all CCed, I mean we all got pistols
Just don't look for the vin, let's just a dodge a Lil issue
(Just don't look for the vin, let's just dodge a lil issue)
We ain't riding dirty, ain't no need to search me
And my Bro ain't in the kitchen Whippin like he curry
I know it's 2am, we just out here early
(Who whip is this?)
It's another naeame
It don't matter, here's my Ls, that's my mothers naeame
I'm just dodging pot holes, that's why I'm switching laeane
Just don't reach down for yours, I'll blow yo brains
I'm just coolin, coolin, if it wasn't for that badge I'll really lose it
Damn I know my whip Phat, I'm just really cruising
You ain't gotta flick a nigga, you ain't gotta prove it
You ain't gotta do it, I'm just Movin & Groovin
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Sliding
Pocket fulla gwala, no, 40 on my hip We didn't rob shit
No I don't got time for the nonsense
I ain't hiding shit, minding my business
Good Cali pack, smoking on the best
28 grams nothing more nothing less
L's Good, boy I'm tryna avoid the arrest
You ain't gotta check the car because you prolly find the rest
Gas, OXY's, Adderall, more gas
Cash bitches, flip em both get mo cash
Damn riding wit some weight no bo flex
Riding hands free hoes get no text
I can't stayeayay we ain't on shit
I know it smell like loud, we ain't smoke shit
Adderall Out the wayeyay, But I'm focus
Shooting you might gone to catch me ain't on that
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Coolin wit the robbers, drug dealer, mobsters
Smoking wit the Rastas
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
Dodging all the cop cars
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Writer(s): Dominique Sims
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