FuccDaPolice

Man
If the police get behind a n*gga
That's on my mamma n*gga
Ima let that lama hittem
Don't care if Obama widdem
Thought I had Osama with me
Cuz I keep bombs on me
Sucka drop A dime on me
They ain't gone find homie
N*gga mother-fuck the feds
I hope they die slow
Fucka 5-0
You Johnny
Nigga
BRAVO
I ain't got time though
To be fuccin' with no Iffy Niggas
He told on you? But you hanging and be grittin' widdem?
You know Tee Ohh, If it get iffy He got yikky widdem
You know yo nigga
Yea he pussy
He got kitten in em
Bitch I be spittin' Venom
Just like my name Brock
N*ggas get on that stand
My shooters aim glocks
I got these niggas jealous hearted like I'm DameDot
Snake Shit
That's what that money and that fame got
But I don't give a damn
Cuz most these niggas hams
I don't fucc with opps or cops
Lil nigga scram

If the police get behind me
Bitch its a high speed
And if they catch me
Ima hop out, let my 9 squeeze
Them niggas snitching
Ima hop out, let my 9 squeeze
Sub-Zero ima slide and make the ground FREEZE
Without that badge
You a bitch and a half n*gga
Aye

Do them crackers bad
Then I get on the dash n*gga

Aye

Bitch n*gga I will leave yo noodles on yo blouse
You Master Splinter
And your son
Yea he lil' Mouse
I could get yo ass whacked
For a little amount
A-1 credit
Yea my shooters give me discounts
Yea used to be a boy
But you a bitch now
You Bruce jenner
Sending n*ggas to the big house
So when i see that GrandPrix
Its getting flipped now
And that n*gga riding with you gettin' blitzed now
That's how it go
When you go against the code n*gga
Hold up
Moment of silence for my old n*ggas
Try to told n*ggas
Hoe n*ggas
Went against the grain
Put them n*ggas on Fo
For trying to get some fame
I give them Detect's the blues
We don't Crip the same
Bitch I ain't never took attendance
I ain't giving names
These gangsta n*ggas turned informants
Its a different game
But Ima still keep it HOT
Like my nigga Wayne

If the police get behind me
Bitch its a high speed
And if they catch me
Ima hop out, let my 9 squeeze
Them niggas snitching
Ima hop out, let my 9 squeeze
Sub-Zero ima slide and make the ground FREEZE
Without that badge
You a bitch and a half n*gga
Aye

Do them crackers bad
Then I get on the dash n*gga

Aye



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Writer(s): Terrance Owens
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