[Intro: Ethelwulf]
Fuck the police, fuck the police
I'mma smoke my weed
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Aye, fuck the police
I'mma smoke my weed
[Verse 1: Ethelwulf]
I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna' get away
But I'm all good, I'm just tryna' get to my partner place
Blunts finna' be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face
And girls hitting me up, like baby can we blow today
You know I'm told 'em yeah, cause they exotic and they rare
And all of them only wear their own damn hair
I'm good in my hood but it's the jungle like the woods
I'd help you if I could, but I won't cause I shouldn't
And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting
I'd rather throw these hands and beat a bitch nigga stupid
Then ride with my dog to the goddamn mall
But just to get some food, cause I don't shop for shit at all
At the most I'll buy some draw's, black or white tee but that's all
I ain't tryna' take no calls, bitch don't bother me at all
I'm limited on flaws and my power off the wall
When I pull out Chiyoko, I'm cutting these sucka's off
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Coming straight down on you sucka' motherfucker's tryna' test my clique
East Memphis niggas and you know we gonna represent
Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah bitch we, we the shit
Lollipop ass niggas, y'all just a bunch of licks
Everywhere I go, niggas always tryna' slide some shit
Quarter ounce ass nigga, claim he move a bunch of bricks
Had to hit the store, cause my ho was acting like a bitch
Had to hit the door, cause I'm plotting on to get rich
Nigga owe me money, I'mma chop off his fucking wrist
Try to steal from me? Well you can at your own risk
Ho I'm 'bout them dollars, duckin white fed chargers
Cause they all up on my ass cause I'm driving the Impala
And I'm a black man but I got them big dollars
And I have that purple shit, sipping out that baby bottle
Nigga what the fuck you mean, I'm a young shot caller
Second string ass nigga, damn give that boy some water
Fuck the police, fuck the police
I'mma smoke my weed
Fuck the police, fuck the police
Aye, fuck the police
I'mma smoke my weed
[Verse 1: Ethelwulf]
I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna' get away
But I'm all good, I'm just tryna' get to my partner place
Blunts finna' be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face
And girls hitting me up, like baby can we blow today
You know I'm told 'em yeah, cause they exotic and they rare
And all of them only wear their own damn hair
I'm good in my hood but it's the jungle like the woods
I'd help you if I could, but I won't cause I shouldn't
And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting
I'd rather throw these hands and beat a bitch nigga stupid
Then ride with my dog to the goddamn mall
But just to get some food, cause I don't shop for shit at all
At the most I'll buy some draw's, black or white tee but that's all
I ain't tryna' take no calls, bitch don't bother me at all
I'm limited on flaws and my power off the wall
When I pull out Chiyoko, I'm cutting these sucka's off
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Coming straight down on you sucka' motherfucker's tryna' test my clique
East Memphis niggas and you know we gonna represent
Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah bitch we, we the shit
Lollipop ass niggas, y'all just a bunch of licks
Everywhere I go, niggas always tryna' slide some shit
Quarter ounce ass nigga, claim he move a bunch of bricks
Had to hit the store, cause my ho was acting like a bitch
Had to hit the door, cause I'm plotting on to get rich
Nigga owe me money, I'mma chop off his fucking wrist
Try to steal from me? Well you can at your own risk
Ho I'm 'bout them dollars, duckin white fed chargers
Cause they all up on my ass cause I'm driving the Impala
And I'm a black man but I got them big dollars
And I have that purple shit, sipping out that baby bottle
Nigga what the fuck you mean, I'm a young shot caller
Second string ass nigga, damn give that boy some water
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