Cops Got Guns

Chorus

It's a way of life for our daughters and sons

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Three in the morning, the sounds of the drums

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Verse

Finna stack me a million six, bigger bricks

Last one they seen was dead, he got two in his head

'Member the day Fred gone, we all snuck to the roof

That's the day I told him I rap, he committed the truth, blegh

Spoke to Rodger the other day

He put me on, a Johnny back in the world

He was Phil Jackson with the shit, scary kid

What happened to Freddy Kace?

 I know Geppeto's life a marionette

I know Cashew's nuts come with a mix of the crew

Y'all know I love who love me, I sit pretty up in this bitch

A "Long kiss goodnight," I Angelica-ed them all, with a pair a' lips

In this city, it's kill or kill again, bitch

I love Sho'Nuff, the glow was earned, sucka

I'm fine letting these tables turn, sucka

Young Jada, the cuts'll burn, sucka

Promeshen, I gifted her with bags, sucka

South Bronx birth, the tone of the voice in rap

Breadwinner, machine everything

Won't make me fold you, saran wrap

Chorus

'Cause please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Please don't run, the cops got guns

Verse

Every single copolla dispatched

They whipping through the codec sack

Get faded when Big Bane get 'em, make his cartilage crack

Ocarina seen

It deaden the platelets, it's enfeebling

This clientele is in the need I quit imagining

My finger itching on the bestselling plan again

A lady somewhere still gasping for the breath I spent

Give me carrots, turn 'em red and eat 'em up

It's big cannibal percentile

APOCA-literal-calypse impending right now

Armageddon come and I'm pressuring you to see it now

Your copping's ending

The tags inside your bag are whom you're it-ing now

diss-fying blackness

You pick your species outta all the masses

Enough is what you're calling them but not giving in halves

Hardly a quadruped, laying reptiles on their ass

conomes in my metacarpals shifting all the cash

And hardly a gem value under seventy

Ball's in my court like 2025 NSE

Chorus

'Cause please don't run, the cops got guns (Ah)

Please don't run, the cops got guns (Ah)

Please don't run, the cops got guns (Ah)

Please don't run, the cops got guns (Ah)

Please don't run, the cops got guns (Ah)

Please don't run, the cops got guns (Ah)

Please don't run, the cops got guns (Ah)

Please don't run, the cops got guns