COP CHASE (feat. b2nny)

Cat daddy, watch the way I make that pussy move Kit katty, break her back when I'm coming through Walk smooth, super soaker pussy slide on me Fashion savvy, got her squirting on the Haring tee Automatic, lil mama that's a guarantee No karate gi but still I beat it up to where them angels be Keep it ratchet Why you think I fucked his baby moms So when that nigga pull left stuck while I'm getting call pappy like two times And if that child disrespect, make his mama give me neck Then go post it on the net, get the check then blow that shit My ways set no changing it, O-dog in em no caging shit Prix a social menace keep calm but dangerous Opp in perma stasis blur the faces when the track go Stroll up on em, stroll up on em, stroll up on em, Stroll up on em Philly slanging gonna call me jawn wick Paint your shit like I'm irk turn you into digital classic for the kids Ripping wigs, splitting lids, On block or in my digs In sheets I make her show that 4C meet me in streets it's control alt delete My eyes they be all, red like roma Weed is my aroma Smoking on that gas, bout to make a nigga throw up Dope dick in yo chick, she made a nigga go up She ain't fucking with my past, then a nigga glowed up Kicking in that door, when I'm waving on my 4-4-4 Yeah these niggas frosty, different bull just like a matador Yeah you niggas lost me, why you reaching for that open door Nigga think he Scott, bout to send him to that open void And I got a Tommy better keep it on me Bout to turn to Chucky when you creeping on me Couple bounties, checking off that Dub and G Nigga fuck the county, I'm from those Philly streets Bro Imma keep it real Mac the match the platinum chrome to match the steel X out all these hoes I don't give a fuck how the fuck they feel Bed to match the shades I entertain Always in the fucking field Fuck a bitch I fucking peel I got her on her knees I dropped the weed so now she gotta kneel Now I'm getting pleased I'm speaking Guapaneese Open doors like sesame I'm getting to the bread not talking sesame I know god is blessing me I got a crib I got a house now I got a cat to feed OG making fucking beats while I'm rapping in my fucking jeans Yea they creeping on me Double backing ain't no option when I got that heater on me Holstered in my pants man that bullet gotta bleed for me Like a virgin from the islands but that hoe she cheat on me Told that hoe that I'm a lover boy but I can't love no hoe Told that bitch to pack it up and go I need that (mumble) Told that bitch to pack it up and go I got that uzi on me Shooters all around me they some demons and they flood the party 226's 557's you gone shake that shit around me Yea it's evil in here you cannot see me in here I got that darkness around me like a phoenix in here These hoes be fiendin' in here I got they feet in the air You know I love her but I fuck her like we beefin' in here Aye got these hoes loose like goose Told her clean me up drink me up like juice Right after I kick it with her friends like Bruce She told me cut it out or get no pussy that's a truce I like resting in the pussy R.I.P that's the truth Got two Siamese twins 2 for 1 that's a deuce Make her take the wood real good no spruce Mike Tyse fight night in her box that's abuse And fuck the regulations Indigo don't follow rules Imma fuckin' recluse bitch Hey, check check Cheesy mac we build the Tecs Pick the track I'll flame the sesh Calling hacks but ain't no ref Cook the pack sauté chef Bitch I'm back we never left Stinky fast you eat the jets You see cement you breathin' heavy Hear that boy go heh heh heh heh Hee Chasin' breath Triple S class level threat now cripple F's all in the chat like Click, click, click, click, bitch We breakin' desks he hit the deck we rage to death man cut the beat you may go deaf that hot shit Diamond wreck it, black out, silent records Classified this my collective, maggots die tryin represent it Squadron, fye when ready, macs out, set to semi Satisfied I tell 'em never, zip the file till shit get messy Swashbucklin' Said it get spooky when we clip dem lights And when I'm snoozing I still grip the mother fucking mic Yeah Luffy how I'm stretching fives, opposition swore they seen us losing bitch I never died Worst Generation dumbass