Police

Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic

Shit is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10

Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me

Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding

I done seen some bitches, pulled up then I get them

Tell them bitches get it, if you wanna fit in

Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year

Don't give a fuck if the sun come, bitch I'm the sun's son

Something like a light pole, riding with my 'Sciples

Them Black Disciples, in case you ain't know

I ain't got no jet yet, finna go and get that

I buy it, I fit it, throws out, I shit it

Riding in the Range Rover, all I do is change clothes

All I do is change hoes, all I do is change bros

I can't have the same bros, niggas act like snake hoes

Bouncing like a kango, but they wanna hang tho

Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic

Shit is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10

Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me

Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding

I done seen some bitches, pulled up then I get them

Tell them bitches get it, if you wanna fit in

Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year

Don't give a fuck if the sun come, bitch I'm the sun's son

Riding up Lawrence, see it then I cop it

Pistol, I'ma flop it, fop it, pop it

Riding in a red truck, looking like a damn Blood

Suwu to them damn bloods, cuz to them damn crips

My niggas coming doing hits, don't give no fuck 'bout no camera

When I look in the mirror, I see a rich nigga

Remember when I was broke on Front Street, selling D

And catching felonies, now get back to me, melodies

Aye, still Dipset

Since 20-O-8

Now it's 2014

Bitch, and I get my own cake

Get my steak and I eat my own plate

I smoke my own blunts

I blow my own gun

I rep my whole clique, nigga

And I'm the youngest nigga

I got the mothafucking Logitech

I got the fucking finest bitch

Ball got some fine bitches too

Ball got some dime bitches too

Me and Bally Ball riding in Lambo

Lambo like 'ello

Like shawty 'ello

Done it all, bitch, I'm mellow

Pull strings like a chello

I ain't blue bitch I'm yellow

'Bout my green mothafucker, bitch I'm ghetto

You ain't talking green don't call my cello

'Bout green then I push it to the metal

Then I roll me a 'rello