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Sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks, winnin' gunfights with mega cops

Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, so we be thugged out

I'ma make the boppers bop, and your mama call the cops

I'mma swang on these boppers, I'mma clown these cops

Off top, my drop, rims chop, no cops, drink pop

We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks

Fuck cops, we puffin' lah wit windows up in drop-tops

Fled from the cops 'till when my first joint dropped

I'm da papi cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is too low

Bust my glock, thugged out, bring in the cops

Tote glocks, drop cops that mistake me for Rodney, strictly headshots

Forget the cops, we got digits and glocks too

Keep a breezy to spot cops in case we got chops and glocks

Super sav boy, keep a breezy to spot cops in case we got chops and glocks

Getting guac, middle finger to cops

I'm on blocks with gwop, exchanging shots with the cops

Your boots get rocked, hops, like Rodney King with the cops

With a big knot from sellin' hot rocks, duckin' cops on hot blocks

Knots in my socks, cops think I'm selling rocks

Still carry sharp rocks to stab cops in the back of they knots

She winks at the cops, always give her props

I'm takin' his props, so call the cops

Props for killin cops, I'm hellbound

I get props, I get stopped by the cops

I got more props than your 1,000 cops

Peep the cops in the ghetto, bustin' shots for props

Be on the block with my boy with the rock or the boy, when the cops come. Squalie!

A dedicated team of sheisty cops, you want them white tiny rocks?