clacc – police on me lyrics
[hook: clacc]
i had to stash the glock
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
she had the hood hot
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
i’m goin’ through a lot
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
i call that b-tch a cop
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
[verse 1: clacc]
don’t talk to the cops, you talk to the cops?
you need to get shot, don’t trust no bop
don’t test no b-tch, they tellin’ the ops
just sit back and watch, they throwin’ our time
don’t throw your watch, get sent to the box
i don’t want a box, i’m taking on tops
nigga on tops, the b-tch is a snitch
she mad that i’m hot, she mad that i’m rich
they say life’s a b-tch, well life ain’t shit
turned my back on a b-tch, these b-tches be frontin’
they good for nothin’, just good for nothin’
and give me money, that keep me comin’
b-tch give me somethin’, or we ain’t fuckin’
nah we ain’t fuckin’, my last b-tch told
she made a repo, b-tch how could you fold
with me on parole, you breakin’ the code
now i’m checkin’ the folk, they knockin’ on doors
i’m peepin’ through holes, and i’m flushin’ the dope
[bridge: clacc]
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
’cause that b-tch, ’cause-’cause se that b-tch
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
’cause that b-tch, police on me
[hook: clacc]
i had to stash the glock
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
she had the hood hot
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
i’m goin’ through a lot
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
i call that b-tch a cop
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
i had to stash the glock
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
she had the hood hot
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
i’m goin’ through a lot
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
i call that b-tch a cop
’cause that b-tch called the police on me
[verse 2: n.no]
man that b-tch called the police on me i had to flee the scenery
grab my shit, 40 on my hip, low key, can’t get hit
i’m outtie bro, never trust a jealous messy grammy hoe
like not at all b-tch, i got b-lls, screamin’ “fuck the law”
aye, on your sad -ss, hundred p’s in the trash bag
drivin’ crazy like a mad man
niggas skrt skrt, zag zag
b-tch it’s b-o-dub nigga, fuck a hoe
i be runnin’ too ’em like it’s nothin’ tho
niggas know from the old me
was a young k!ller turned og
what’s wrong with these b-tches nowadays?
be breakin’ the code, one day she be baggin’ the dough
next minute, b-tch be tellin’ the foes
never ever put the trust on these hoes
’cause most of these b-tches be destined to fold
her sister, mama, daddy done told
whole family prolly show up in court
[bridge: n.no]
i’m tellin’ you niggas
i’m tellin’ you b-tches don’t tell on niggas
got a felony nigga
i really can’t be around none of you niggas
put a shell on you niggas on husle on crip
disrespect and b-tch we bussin’ you crib
[outro: clacc]
what’s wrong with these b-tch nowadays?
i don’t understand it
what’s wrong with these b-tch nowadays?
i don’t understand it
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