Crooked Officer (feat. Z-Ro)

(DMB) Ayo, is that That Mexican OT? What goes inside toilet bowl? The shit, that's what I am The bitch was talking back, the only thing she saw was my hand Got tired of counting money, so I pop myself a Vyvanse Two sticks with some drums, I'm a solo dolo rock band Diamonds on my wrist made the night look sunny Left my Puma cleats on, lil' buddy we can run it I ain't saying I'm a god, but I can turn nothing into something She gonna gargle this nut, swallow it, then say, "Yummy" Shout out to my locs that be getting to the money and Shout out to B's that be chilling in the honey AR-15 punch him in his face and leaves his nose runny I ain't gotta say shit, the bitch know I ain't a dummy Had to cut some people off, they was moving too funny At the end of the day, they was all tryna fuck me I'ma cool ass cat that just like to slow boogie I just want a pretty bitch that fuck real ugly I'm dropping bands on 'em, bands on 'em Bands on 'em, bands on 'em I ain't worried 'bout a thing, I'ma put my lil' mans on 'em Crackin' my shit, I'ma do my lil' dance on 'em Piss on they feelings, I drop down my pants on 'em Crooked officer Crooked officer Make a Mexican wanna blow the badge off of ya She talking 'bout first base, I'ma hit a home run She saying I'm a ho, I say, "It take one to know one" If the pussy good, I say, "Fuck it, get them toes done" Got a bitch so bad that the pope wanna bone some She talking 'bout first base, I'ma hit a home run She saying I'm a ho, I say, "It take one to know one" If the pussy good, I say, "Fuck it, get them toes done" Got a bitch so bad that the pope (yeah) wanna bone some Whoever say they harder than me know they need to stop it I'm richer than a bitch and if I want it, I'ma cop it And if you the promoter, where the hell is my deposit? A nigga going deaf if you talking 'bout a profit Sick of these bitches, bitches make me wanna vomit And begging ass niggas always watching my pocket I just want a bad bitch never say, "Stop it" And let a real nigga put my balls on her bonnet And I don't give a fuck what y'all wear Bet I got about at least a thousand white and black tee shirts in my closet That's how I go to church, that's how I go to the club And in the courtroom, that's how I'm dressing for the docket Never been a bitch and don't know how to be a ho I bet I'm coming through your door even if you don't unlock it Doing all of that fronting in this bitch, but it ain't nothing in this bitch Nigga must be working for a nonprofit I'm dropping bands on 'em, bands on 'em Bands on 'em, bands on 'em I won't even have to put my hands on 'em 50 a piece, that's about two hundred grand on 'em Dirty cockroaches, squash 'em and stand on 'em Crooked officer Crooked officer What you waiting for? This is what I got a lawyer for She talking 'bout first base, I'ma hit a home run She saying I'm a ho, I say, "It take one to know one" If the pussy good, I say fuck it, get them toes done Got a bitch so bad that the pope wanna bone some She talking 'bout first base, I'ma hit a home run She saying, "I'm a ho", I say, "It take one to know one" If the pussy good, I say, "Fuck it, get them toes done" Got a bitch so bad that the pope wanna bone some