Cops & Rappers Lyrics
Somebody call my lawyer
New York stand up
We take money, we don’t take tips
My drug dealers
These niggas playin cops and rappers
My niggas playin cops and robbers
They catch you slippin they will rob you
We talkin hail Mary our father
We talkin hail Mary our father
Talkin hail Mary our father
Hail Mary our father
We catch you slippin nigga, hail Mary our father
Ice long to my new up niggas
Call em up and they’ll do it nigga
No question asked just why I do
With them big guns and shootin nigga
AK, SK’s shoot shit up like them SA’s
Be ride hard on this east coast
I got my homies doin that west way
It’s supper say to my hatin niggas
Big shouts to that 80 nigga
My little buzzin, who’s the big buzzin?
They try to get a nigga 80 nigga
Good glorious, God I’m cool
I hold that hopin out the pool
I fuck a bitch in my suite
But I never did hop out my jewels
Constant murda murda
Homicide, white sheets
I killed that, cut the head off
When I came through with them white seats
No watch me, mad as fuck don’t watch me
Cause that gun would fuck where my watch be
That’s a fact line, copy?
These niggas playin cops and rappers
My niggas playin cops and robbers
They catch you slippin they will rob you
We talkin hail Mary our father
We talkin hail Mary our father
Talkin hail Mary our father
Hail Mary our father
We catch you slippin nigga, hail Mary our father
One time for my shooters
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My pizza man and my movers
This guy’s been everywhere we maneuver
AK chasin niggas like cougars
Freddy Krueger? Not JC nigga
Shout passé to my hate you niggas
We ain’t wrong with my Jamaican niggas
Smoke bakery but we cakin niggas
Home niggas be quiet
Real niggas start a riot
From tomorrow where the sing sing
Got bee hives in that ding ding
They touch niggas, mason now
AR’s got a case of them
Bad bitches start hatin him
I did long dip, never get to him
G money, new jack city
Started off making weed money, rack city
Push that cop, it gets that silly
Fuck face nigga I’m swingin at Mac Milly
Like Meek Milly in that black Philly
And like old bum in that black ghost
Niggas said they milk the game, must not know I’m lactose
These niggas playin cops and rappers
My niggas playin cops and robbers
They catch you slippin hey will rob you
We talkin hail Mary our father
We talkin hail Mary our father
Talkin hail Mary our father
Hail Mary our father
We catch you slippin nigga, hail Mary our father
