Lyrics

When I sit in that Integration room And them hand kuffs is on me I only know 3 words and that's Kall my attorney Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Kall My Attorney Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Kall My Attorney Kall My Attorney I ain't saying a word To the police not one bit I only give em 3 words Suck my dick I ain't do shit Kall my attorney I need to bail out All that bullshit u talking I never heard about Good kop bad kop Is fag kop Fag kop With a pig as a mask Scott @ My throat like an ascot Trying to get me to tell on my Damn self I ain't g dep Everything's good with my Mental health I never liked rats So why would I bekome one Every time I kaught a kase I had to spread them funds Fuck it I had to go broke Slow up on smoke Had to chill on popping seals Kuz the price Is no joke And that shopping that I use to do Dead that Now I spend it on lawyer fees And dodging Fed Traps Gun kase but still strapped Loading up led kaps Kan't get kaught slipping I know Aaron hate to hear that But that's the way it gotta be When u in the dirty D Ain't no going to the waterman With pik of me for a T If I have to slaughter I'll slaughter them b4 they do me I ain't having no friends dead I ain't Lil uzi When I sit in that Integration room And them hand kuffs is on me I only know 3 words and that's Kall my attorney Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Kall My Attorney Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Kall My Attorney Kall My Attorney
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