Keef - Crooked Ass Police lyrics

[Verse 1: Keef] f** the cops, busters Ain't met one I can trust n***as out here getting locked the f** up Cause they don't really care about us So f** what you call that law I got one hand on my balls Hanging out that window going skitzo off that alcohol Heh, busters Look for the one he wanna f** first Treat 'em like Babe Chop 'em up put em on a plate Don't pray for the supper Love being black in the Suburbs Thug. n***a doing dumb dirt No sunburn but Im under The watch of the crooked a** cops Don't let that b**h up off his leash A trick with a badge with a clip and a mag Ain't sh** without his heat My n***as lousy people, f** with me? Were brown and evil A thousand pounds of ether bring that PD down immediately And she's my ride or die, f** around and ride or die Hit you while she's kissing your neck that n***as not alive So f** the world this is authority's homicide War till were walking by and get worshipped and idolized [Chorus: Alexis Jackson] I can see you a** my Thug I know you know I'm here to show you love And I could give a f** about ‘em booking on the block My n***as got the pistol for a crooked a** cop [2x] [Verse 2: Keef] Bonnie be my mistress as were flying through the district Balling on some Piston, engine stalling is forbidden We confident and stringent, won't get caught up in that trick sh** Revolver where my bicth sit, get brolic and get split wig I'm trying to live, k**er Stack a f**ing couple million With this racket making racket for the ratchets in the ville Chump is on my bumper, still Pumper make the f**er squeal Dump ‘em in the dumpster like a bunch of n***a's mothers will Baby won't you hold the steel? Stay with me. I know you will Basically you're as hot as God but cold enough to make the k** Stove me up some bacon I'm begging you to get racist And start aiming at his face and erase it like a mistake and sh** I'm giving back what I've received from the deceitful That officer ain't peaceful to my people so were evil 1000 deep catch you while you're sleeping Put that pistol – send that dreamer up to Jesus on some G sh**, b**h [Chorus] [Bridge] You be my man boy, I'll be your girl