G Lo Key - f** You lyrics

[Hook x2: LiL WooFy WooF] Pulled up close just to see what I do That's when I looked back and said "f** you too!" They shook their head, an they turned the corner Continue on my mission to southern California [Verse 1: Diggy 1-D] I be minding my business Don't be lookin' for trouble, not me So who do be following me? If this b**h here ain't no stalker then they must be the police Or thinkin sh** sweet, no playground with me Try me, you lay where you creep, meele your son tee [?] sticky, you know what that mean? I ain't finna go to no jail, motherf** 12 I ain't finna go to no cell [?] Oh hell to the nah, my n***a dog King-ish all the time Huh dusk to the dawn [Verse 2: NEM] f**ing with n***as that bust at the police Busters try'na dap me but most them licks don't know me Lonely cause there ain't no trusting in them hoes b Slowly losing all my patience with 5-0 G Duckin' and shootin' these n***as be puttin' their kids in the coffin' They lootin' their pockets, livin recoupin from losses And plottin' their vengeance on the rudest of officers Chillin' and smokin', these n***as be pickin' and ropin and stickin their homies and chokin' Livin' and copin' from pigs that be locin', this world is just bullsh** so no use in hopin [Hook] [Verse 3: LiL WooFy WooF] f** the police comin' straight from the Schemas Y'all wanna cuff up, shoot up this little n***a Boys in blue with a badge like you all that I'm comin' it up and it even be flickin' the finger while I'm packin' the Mac f** the law, f** the law, n***a f** 'em If they really wanna trip I got my sawed off for 'em I ain't for that old p**y sh** f** around and like a candle, get lit, b**h! [Verse 4: DJ k**a C] Now follow me down the road full of real n***as and b**hes Don't take sh** from nobody, now drop your a** off in ditches 1-87 into the eleven mane this sh** don't matter The Schema Posse done came up, opening up a new chapter b**h Ay, gotta get this money mane by any means And I'm k**in' all these fakes, they be my enemies Try'na take my energy, b**h n***a please Gotta a gang of hood n***as that'll tuck you b**h lookin' good then I say f** you [Hook] [Verse 5: G Lo Key] f** the police, on the creep for a sweet Just continue on my mission, gankin' s**as, hittin' licks If they ever try to cross, I'mma k** me a b**h Pigs in blue, they ain't trill, been I ever catch you slip Jam the Glock up to their rib, they won't let us live in peace So we tend to rest in peace, Schema Posse make 'em pleased Grabbin' my shotty, then get up in cribs Shootin' their ribs, just what they live Hear my n***as, thinkin' them squeal That's for throttle of a trill [Verse 5: Mr. Sisco] f** the laws, Glock my drawls Lettin' it pop off at all of y'all Watchin' them bodies go headed and fall I don't care about the laws Keepin' it trilla, I'm the realest n***a I'm stackin' my figures, you n***as ain't k**ers You n***as don't get what you drink in the liquors I f** with them shots to get rid of you n***as The sicker the n***a, the sicker the k**a I'm mentally twisted so there ain't no sicker I'm stompin' these chest [?] I'm constantly ga**in', I'm never on empty [Hook]