Cop Lights ft. Tittay Twistaz

No lights superficial, cop lights hide the pistol ,in my pocket got a missile tell my doggy blow the whistle i'ma dump it got a drum an bodies dumping ain't there something why you running

Thought you gunning facebook talking real life fronting on the streets dirty bumming

Full of sheets why you hiding tripping balls colors vibrant in the halls i'm too high

I can't stop it just keep smoking get the pack an then i'm blowing ride the quad to

Heal my soul going home to hit my bong and take a shot get so high write a song i hit the stage

Right my wrongs in the game for so long somebody tell me i don't know trust nobody in my soul

Hit the bottle for my pain hit the blunt to stay sane feeling good i'm not drained need a house

A hundred acres need a friend any takers blowing smoking fucking hoes drop a load you a plug no

you ain't need a loan for this pack sell the boat i'ma go ninety nine baby capricorn