crooked cop Lyrics

These motherfuckin' lobs wanna lock me up off in jail and shit

Typical cuz a nigga ballin' and makin' a hole outta that green mail real quick

So the crooked ass lobs digs in the ballpark with the Glock and get em all like that

But never leave a copper on the ground and cryin' gotta hit his ass from the back

It's an everyday thing

When I hang on the corner and when I sling with them gangs

Put the wig on nigga maintain smokin' them blunts to keep that trouble off my brain

But them motherfuckin' lobs I gotta pause always cuz them hoes on my lawn

But I don't give a fuck about those, I mean them crooked ass lobs

Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger

Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger

Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin' Pecklewood in my damn hood

Tell him I click some real goodies, long study, man

Cuz we on the block, swaggin' roppin', shit don't never stop

Because we bossin' at them damn cops, these lobs tryin' to get me

I never show no love, they pull me over to the side

Fuckers bustin' and fussin' drugs

One officer stepped out, motherfucker, lookin' like George Manson

He said, come out with your hands up off, I was story blastin

You know I did cooperate off this fuckin' bullshit

Like MJ, G and A while they didn't know who they was fuckin' with

I grabbed my shit about to see, stepped up out the ride

Bustin' that end and everything, that was a lie

These hoes got me fucked up, I got big nuts, I mean big bars

I never gave a fuck about these busted ass laws, crooked ass laws

Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin' Pecklewood

Straight up lunatic in his bitch fuck that trombo clit

I never gave a fuck about these busted ass laws, crooked ass laws

Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin' Pecklewood

Straight up lunatic in his bitch fuck that trombo clit

I'm tryna get rid of these popos on my motherfuckin' back nigga

Yeah I'm bout to blast on these coppers with my fuckin' trigger

Ain't no holdin' back now, bitch don't say you sorry

I'm blast your ass for turnin' my nigga in

For that armed robbery, know it damn well

Well why the fuck you round the corner negotiatin' with them fuckin' fools

These crooked ass laws, they ain't about shit you see

They'll catch you for sellin' candy, but they wasn't there when the nigga popped my G

Now how the fuck that sound, what in the fuck we gon' do

Resolve with my pistol on them niggas where I'm goin

Mr. Mr. Crooked ass cop, who the fuck you think you are

Tryna slay them damn robbers in my hood

This shit's got to stop, on my motherfuckin' body

Bustin' steel, cuttin' steel, he slayin' rocks

So I gotta wash my back over them crooked ass cops

Cause the fat be on my ass and I ain't down for no bushes

While I break that glass and that sawdust pump

Blastin' at your motherfuckin' ass, I'll fuck your ass up

And put a hole in your damn heart

No love for these popos, no love for them laws

Cause like ESG, they got me stuffin' my dope up under my drawers

Mr. Mr. Cop oneself, Mr. Fuckin' Blackwood

Straight up loonin' the ting, in his bitch fuck that drew no clique

Mr. Mr. Cop myself, Mr. Fuckin' Blackwood

Straight up loonin' the ting, in his bitch fuck that drew no clique

Mr. Mr. Cop oneself, Mr. Fuckin' Blackwood

Straight up loonin' the ting, in his bitch fuck that drew no clique

Mr. Mr. Cop himself, Mr. Fuckin' Blackwood

Straight up loonin' the ting, in his bitch fuck that drew no clique

Mr. Mr. Cop myself, Mr. Fuckin' Blackwood

Straight up loonin' the ting, in his bitch fuck that drew no clique

Mr. Mr. Cop myself, Mr. Fuckin' Blackwood

Straight up loonin' the ting, in his bitch fuck that drew no clique

Mr. Mr. Cop myself, Mr. Fuckin' Blackwood

Straight up loonin' the ting, in his bitch fuck that drew no clique

Mr. Mr. Cop myself, Mr. Fuckin' Blackwood

Straight up loonin' the ting, in his bitch fuck that drew no clique

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