Chris Cheney - Police lyrics

[Hook] Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your a** in traffic sh** 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 b**hes, pulled up then I get them Tell them b**hes get it, if you wanna fit in Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year Don't give a f** if the sun come, b**h I'm the sun's son [Verse 1] 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 sh** 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, n***as act like snake hoes Bouncing like a kango, but they wanna hang tho [Hook] Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your a** in traffic sh** 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 b**hes, pulled up then I get them Tell them b**hes get it, if you wanna fit in Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year Don't give a f** if the sun come, b**h I'm the sun's son [Verse 2] 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 n***as coming doing hits, don't give no f** 'bout no camera When I look in the mirror, I see a rich n***a 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 b**h, 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, n***a And I'm the youngest n***a I got the mothaf**ing Logitech I got the f**ing finest b**h Ball got some fine b**hes too Ball got some dime b**hes too Me and Bally Ball riding in Lambo Lambo like 'ello Like shawty 'ello Done it all, b**h, I'm mellow Pull strings like a chello I ain't blue b**h I'm yellow 'Bout my green mothaf**er, b**h 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