Verse 1:

(Mibbs)

Shout out to my dogs and my locs'

Stay cool when the police approach us

Cause you might be rolling with toasters

You don't want no shit

You don't wanna see those lights

Them niggas gon read your rights

Them niggas gon beat your ass

No matter you wrong or right

And I was just riding shotgun

And the coppers said “oh we got one!”

And my rental car smell like High Times

And my nigga don't stop at the stop sign

And my cell phone boom it's a hotline

And the homie got braids with the hangtime

And the nigga take pics with the gang signs

Real niggas stay real don't change sides

Pull a nigga over on the curb

Cause a nigga smell like hella herb

Got a nigga back up on the wall

Got a nigga face up in the dirt

Treat me like a muthafuckin jerk

Now I got stains on my shirt

Hope them niggas get what they deserve

Get what they deserve



Verse 2:

(Nick Grant)

Ugh! Bank account bank account ugh

Fuck what niggas thinking bout

Can't fuck with these square niggas

See when we get it you ain't around (yea)

Dead nights see the walking corpse no thriller night but I'm off the wall

Every bar is like Boston George

Ted talk with no Marky Mark

Nigga bankroll bankroll

I go where you can't go

Where I'm from they love the white

Mama said stay away from paying tolls

Black shit savageness

This is more than just some rapper shit

Niggas got ladder clips

For niggas that climb the ladder

If you make it to 21, miraculous

Hold up hold up swerve

I gave niggas my word

No turning back I got it out the dirt

The ones that you love can bring the most hurt

She say this the wave she like she might surf

And I'm just like “word?” And no I'm no perfect when you this gifted nigga this shit is like a slight curse this shit was light work (let's get it)



Verse 3:

(Duece)

Can't have a masterpiece until you master peace

It's a big pie im trying to have a piece

Them boys coming imma hide the piece

Won't let me buy freedom imma master lease

Imma dog out here I'm off master leash

I'll stop tripping when the killing cease

How many cornbreads dead in the street?

Enough to keep me ready when the sirens bleep!

They want me in the kennel playing with my mental I ain't saying shit just call me instrumental

My lawyer looking like jay Leno

We on civil suits you gon get the memo

It's layers to it onion leek and fennel

Get the settlement and go flip a rental

Presidential suite fuck the incidentals

Fuck the government that ain't what we into

Leave the court room take my tie off

Throw it down

Bang my set hope a cop see a nigga hold it down

Get a bag of donuts make them bitches rain on the ground

Payback gon be a hot drink to have to wash it down

I know you want me bound

Really want me down

A nigga lost and found

I don lost the ground

Sky high

With the hate around

I Put my trust in the courts

And got the vapors now

Gave me cases gave a niggas years

Feel like a hand me down

I want that shit

Been giving passes but keep playing

Yea keep playing

A nigga with that shit

And Next time you pull me over



Outro:

(Cymone Bettis)

Nigga you ain't about to do shit!

The cops gon pull you over

They gon rob you, They gon run you to jail

And you ain't gon say or do shit

Because they gon kill your ignorant ass