chief keef – cops lyrics
[hook]
my watch is so flirty, take your b-tch, i bet he can
my gun is so dirty, yours hi-point, i bet he jam
this ain’t peanut b-tter, i can’t be up in these jams
p-ssy n-ggas tell it, y’all can’t be up in these slams
cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam
p-ssy n-ggas stop that flexin’, you know you ain’t ’bout that there
say you’re a shooter, n-gga stop right there
red beam your head, put the dot right there
with the 50 n-ggas with glocks right there
vroom vroom n-gga then the cops right there
[verse 1]
pull up on your strip with the hollow tip, startin’ sh-t
take a whiff of this here, my gun fart and sh-t, pardon me
bulldog with the 4 5th, and i target it, i did it
30 shots on my hip, and i bargained it, i did it
30 karats on my wrist, they just shine and sh-t, pardon it
f-ck n-ggas act like fish, pulled up and sardined it, i did it
ridin’ down your block, just came from silence
b-tch we lightin’ sh-t
b-tch i’m running sh-t, this ain’t a rally, b-tch we climbin’ sh-t
jumped out the porch when i was 9 and sh-t
on the block totin’ a 9 and sh-t
runnin’ up, committin’ crimes and sh-t
‘member being on that grimy sh-t
now my jewelry bling as sh-t
now i’m the biggest thing and sh-t
smokin’ on dope, the blue dream and sh-t
this sh-t got me dreamin’ and sh-t
[hook]
my watch is so flirty, take your b-tch, i bet he can
my gun is so dirty, yours hi-point, i bet he jam
this ain’t peanut b-tter, i can’t be up in these jams
p-ssy n-ggas tell it, y’all can’t be up in these slams
cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam
p-ssy n-ggas stop that flexin’, you know you ain’t ’bout that there
say you’re a shooter, n-gga stop right there
red beam your head, put the dot right there
with the 50 n-ggas with glocks right there
vroom vroom n-gga then the cops right there
[verse 2]
you got a hi-point, aye, n-gga what?
you think with that hi-point, aye, you finna bust?
you think you’re a hard boy, aye, n-gga what?
creepin’ down the pavement, aye, finna buck, up
with them slugs
shoot you in your face and your nuts
n-gga, aye, what’s up
with all these f-ck n-ggas, talkin’ a bunch of nothin’?
scooby doo shucks, when we pullin’ up
shootin’ up trucks, shootin’ up your cars
n-gga run up, done up, hah, yeah, wish you luck
click clack these guns, make ’em hot, these hoes fizzin’ up
sizzlin’ up
[hook]
my watch is so flirty, take your b-tch, i bet he can
my gun is so dirty, yours hi-point, i bet he jam
this ain’t peanut b-tter, i can’t be up in these jams
p-ssy n-ggas tell it, y’all can’t be up in these slams
cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam
p-ssy n-ggas stop that flexin’, you know you ain’t ’bout that there
say you’re a shooter, n-gga stop right there
red beam your head, put the dot right there
with the 50 n-ggas with glocks right there
vroom vroom n-gga then the cops right there
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