Mr. Sisco - f** You lyrics

[Hook x2: Mr. Sisco] Pulled up close just to see what I do That's when I looked back and said "f** you too!" They shook their head, they turned the corner Continue to run this sh**, that southern California [Verse 1: Diggy 1-D] I'm minding my business Don't be lookin' for trouble, not me So who do be following me? Ain't the b**h and no stalker then they must be the police Or think is he 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 Keen miss you all the time [?] [Verse 2: NEM] f**ing with n***as that bustin' the police Busters try'na dab me but most 'em please don't know me Lonely cause there ain't no trusting them hoes b Slowly losing all my patient with 5-0 G Duckin' and shootin' these n***as be puttin' their kids in the coffin' They lootin' their pockets, [?] And plottin' their vengeance, rulers of officers Chillin' and smokin', these n***as be pickin' their rope and stick and their homies and chokin' Livin' and copin' from pigs that be locin', this world is just bullsh** [?] [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 Run 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]