I'm sick, I'm still in this ho

Squirl, kinsage

You can meet my tool since you tryna play that gang-gang shit (Woo)

You ain't on Wock', you just on Tris, that ain't the same thing, bitch (What?)

And she pussylicious (Phew), I'm on my Wayne Dang shit (Bitch)

Yeah, roll on my own, I don't even gangbang, bitch

I just called up on my twin (Yeah, yeah, yeah), he got out of the slammer, I said, "fuck the cops"

I just called up on lil' shorty, she carry the tool, she said, "fuck the cops" (Grra!)

Everything I said is too real, you said it's fake? It's not

Huh, roll up a 'Wood (Woo!), I'm gettin' high, I do that a lot (Roll up a what?)

I do that a lot, if you wanna tussle; then meet at the spot (Woo!)

Grr (Grr), fah-fah-fah (Bah-bah-bah-bah), goddamn, bitch, who got shot? (Boom-boom-boom)

We done skrrted, did a drive-by, pull in the lot (Woo)

'Til the day that I muh'fuckin' die (squirl, kinsage), I'ma be screamin', "fuck the cops!"

And fuck all the cops (Fuck 12), no fatherly love but you can get popped

Say it's all fake (Okay), you get popped with the prop, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Always blamed all the cops for my father locked (Yeah, yeah)

The system ain't fair (Yeah) and it's never been (Yeah, yeah, yeah), we know it ain't fair (Things)

Things ain't never gon change (Change, change, change, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Like Eric Wright; yeah, I'm ruthless (Yeah)

Pipe gon blow out all they siren lights (Yeah, yeah)

They say he ain't never gon' do shit, won't shoot shit

They might be right (Yeah) or they might be wrong and it's all in they head like lice (Lice, lice)

Don't you pray for your life this ain't Christ (Lice, lice), but I'll put em in a crisis

Like a llama; they can't spit like this, everything we touch gold, Midas

No Kate Bush but I'll have 'em run up the hill (squirl, kinsage, lice, lice), Cypress

I do that a lot, if you wanna tussle; then meet at the spot (Woo!)

Grr (Grr), fah-fah-fah (Bah-bah-bah-bah), goddamn, bitch, who got shot? (Boom-boom-boom)

We done skrrted, did a drive-by, pull in the lot (Woo)

'Til the day that I muh'fuckin' die, I'ma be screamin', "fuck the cops!"

You can meet my tool since you tryna play that gang-gang shit (Woo)

You ain't on Wock', you just on Tris, that ain't the same thing, bitch (What?)

And she pussylicious (Phew), I'm on my Wayne Dang shit (Bitch)

Yeah, roll on my own, I don't even gangbang, bitch

I just called up on my twin (Yeah, yeah, yeah), he got out of the slammer, I said, "fuck the cops"

I just called up on lil' shorty, she carry the tool, she said, "fuck the cops" (Grra!)

Everything I said is too real, you said it's fake? It's not

Huh, roll up a 'Wood (Woo! squirl), I'm gettin' high (kinsage), I do that a lot (Roll up a what?)

Don't abide to the law, all they think they in charge but they really not (Fuck the cops)

Even the hoes, I'll go to the bitches, they'll say, "fuck the cops" (Fuck the cops)

They cannot do shit to the plug, the junkies recruit on the block

And they just mad 'cause they lives on the line and they ain't been getting that guap