When we played cops and robbers, bitch, I used to be a dirty cop
Just fucked another nigga bitch, she gave me a no reason drop
The winter been hot than a bitch, they still waiting on summer to stop
My young niggas don't like to go inside, they tryna hit a top
They know who next, bitch, I'm the topic
I got that check, shit never stop
On your head I put that guap, lil' bruh leave a stain with a mop
Unc' gon' whip that pot 'til it lock, I got niggas locked in the box
Trap open, bitch, come and shop
The glick loaded, ain't gotta cock it or nothing, nigga
I see you flexing lil'-ass bags, bitch, my pockets way bigger
Ooh, I just seen here a bad bitch, know that I'm leaving with her
When I catch him, he leaving Earth, get in my way, you leaving with him
Couldn't breathe after that chopper hit him
Pick a side 'fore you die like Middle
Or Malcolm, whatever the fuck his name is
When I'm with JB, we bang shit, bitch, we the bang twins
Dick riding nigga, how the fuck we cool? I don't even know your name, twin
If it ain't 'bout money, then you ain't speaking my language
Don't jump in my lane, bitch
I flame shit and 12 can't tame shit
Fuck a first day out, nigga, I got out and still on the same shit
If she let me in the spot, I trap it out just on some gang shit
Percocets in my lean, this shit got me losing my brain, bitch
When we played cops and robbers, bitch, I used to be a dirty cop
Just fucked another nigga bitch, she gave me a no reason drop
The winter been hot than a bitch, they still waiting on summer to stop
My young niggas don't like to go inside, they tryna hit a top
They know who next, bitch, I'm the topic
I got that check, shit never stop
On your head I put that guap, lil' bruh leave a stain with a mop
Unc' gon' whip that pot 'til it lock, I got niggas locked in the box
Trap open, bitch, come and shop
The glick loaded, ain't gotta cock it or nothing, nigga
Been in a different bag, since I been getting that different money
On Percocets and lean, I spend them blue face hundreds
Turned up like I'm Herbo, bitch, you know who run it
Niggas on my dick, the opps don't like how I be fucking stunting
Mad as fuck, I'm getting they partner whacked for a little to nothing
"Switch up the flow, Li Rye, it's getting boring"
Born to be a shooter, Robert Horry
See a opp, you gotta know I'm scoring
Sipping raw, the fuck I look like pouring?
They knew I was special when I was born
“Fix your shirt, bae, your titties showing”
Killing opps, we eeny-meeny-moe-ing
Real gangster, pouring my cup just how I won't probably kill you if you told
If I put this bitch in your hand, then I'ma kill you if you don't fucking blow it
My lil' niggas was the man, they fell off
Going straight to top with this shit and I can blow it
When we played cops and robbers, bitch, I used to be a dirty cop
Just fucked another nigga bitch, she gave me a no reason drop
The winter been hot than a bitch, they still waiting on summer to stop
My young niggas don't like to go inside, they tryna hit a top
They know who next, bitch, I'm the topic
I got that check, shit never stop
On your head I put that guap, lil' bruh leave a stain with a mop
Unc' gon' whip that pot 'til it lock, I got niggas locked in the box
Trap open, bitch, come and shop
The glick loaded, ain't gotta cock it or nothing, nigga
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