Hit them lights if you want to, nigga,
Soon as they jump behind me and hit the lights
I cut my lights
I'm finna take em real easy this gone be some slight
A ford explorer that shit easy, that shit cooked like rice
I guarantee you one thing you wont catch this Finn tonight
Wont catch this fin tonight im hitting bucc 40 down 70
I passed another one, then another one
Felt it in my belly,
State Troopers Task Force, shit, they all can get baked,
I seen another one comin' down the highway on the wrong way,
But that shit cool doe cuz tonight, it just
Cannot be my day
Bring all the troopers that you want, you won't catch me anyway,
Flew past three or four of em shid, it might've been six,
Was doin' a bucc twenty on dey ass untill they spike my shit
But now I'm in a cell, locced down, mad as shit
First thing I do when I get out first day home, fucc a bitch
Took that ten milli from me thank god got another sticc
I lost one hoe off this shit, thank god got another bitch
I'm out on bond in my Prime ridin' with this choppa, 7.62s up in this bitch knocc down a helicopter,
And when you talk to me, just make sure that you do it proper
Cause I don't fucc with phonies, nor do I even like impostors,
You think you Superman this chopper knoccin' out your pasta,
Had to stop fuccin' with niggas, ain't answerin when im locced up,
And if I tell you that I love you, then that mean I got you,
I got your back forever, don't worry about me bein' imposter,
The prosecutor in the courtroom he about mad as hell,
Say I'm a danger to the community, need to be in jail, My lawyer paid good, do his job, talk down that bail, 75 to 25 now aint god well?
Went across the street, I got booked, and then let out on bail,
I'm still gon need them tablets, make them phone calls from my cell
Aint order commissary, I should be gone before the mail,
I'm on a video call with Kam while I'm still' in my cell,
That 22 hour loccdown, they had me mad as hell
Come by my cell for two hours and talk to the guys
Some nigga in here for bout manslaughter, I feel bad for him
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Hit them lights if you want to, nigga,
Soon as they jump behind me and hit the lights
I cut my lights
I'm finna take em real easy this gone be some slight
A ford explorer that shit easy, that shit cooked like rice
I guarantee you one thing you wont catch this Finn tonight
Wont catch this fin tonight im hitting bucc 40 down 70
I passed another one, then another one
Felt it in my belly,
State Troopers Task Force, shit, they all can get baked,
I seen another one comin' down the highway on the wrong way,
But that shit cool doe cuz tonight, it just
Cannot be my day
Bring all the troopers that you want, you won't catch me anyway,
Flew past three or four of em shid, it might've been six,
Was doin' a bucc twenty on dey ass untill they spike my shit
But now I'm in a cell, locced down, mad as shit
First thing I do when I get out first day home, fucc a bitch
Took that ten milli from me thank god got another sticc
I lost one hoe off this shit, thank god got another bitch
I'm out on bond in my Prime ridin' with this choppa, 7.62s up in this bitch knocc down a helicopter,
And when you talk to me, just make sure that you do it proper
Cause I don't fucc with phonies, nor do I even like impostors,
You think you Superman this chopper knoccin' out your pasta,
Had to stop fuccin' with niggas, ain't answerin when im locced up,
And if I tell you that I love you, then that mean I got you,
I got your back forever, don't worry about me bein' imposter,
The prosecutor in the courtroom he about mad as hell,
Say I'm a danger to the community, need to be in jail, My lawyer paid good, do his job, talk down that bail, 75 to 25 now aint god well?
Went across the street, I got booked, and then let out on bail,
I'm still gon need them tablets, make them phone calls from my cell
Aint order commissary, I should be gone before the mail,
I'm on a video call with Kam while I'm still' in my cell,
That 22 hour loccdown, they had me mad as hell
Come by my cell for two hours and talk to the guys
Some nigga in here for bout manslaughter, I feel bad for him
Soon as they jump behind me and hit the lights
I cut my lights
I'm finna take em real easy this gone be some slight
A ford explorer that shit easy, that shit cooked like rice
I guarantee you one thing you wont catch this Finn tonight
Wont catch this fin tonight im hitting bucc 40 down 70
I passed another one, then another one
Felt it in my belly,
State Troopers Task Force, shit, they all can get baked,
I seen another one comin' down the highway on the wrong way,
But that shit cool doe cuz tonight, it just
Cannot be my day
Bring all the troopers that you want, you won't catch me anyway,
Flew past three or four of em shid, it might've been six,
Was doin' a bucc twenty on dey ass untill they spike my shit
But now I'm in a cell, locced down, mad as shit
First thing I do when I get out first day home, fucc a bitch
Took that ten milli from me thank god got another sticc
I lost one hoe off this shit, thank god got another bitch
I'm out on bond in my Prime ridin' with this choppa, 7.62s up in this bitch knocc down a helicopter,
And when you talk to me, just make sure that you do it proper
Cause I don't fucc with phonies, nor do I even like impostors,
You think you Superman this chopper knoccin' out your pasta,
Had to stop fuccin' with niggas, ain't answerin when im locced up,
And if I tell you that I love you, then that mean I got you,
I got your back forever, don't worry about me bein' imposter,
The prosecutor in the courtroom he about mad as hell,
Say I'm a danger to the community, need to be in jail, My lawyer paid good, do his job, talk down that bail, 75 to 25 now aint god well?
Went across the street, I got booked, and then let out on bail,
I'm still gon need them tablets, make them phone calls from my cell
Aint order commissary, I should be gone before the mail,
I'm on a video call with Kam while I'm still' in my cell,
That 22 hour loccdown, they had me mad as hell
Come by my cell for two hours and talk to the guys
Some nigga in here for bout manslaughter, I feel bad for him
Writer: Cee loc23
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