C4 - Investigation lyrics

[Hook: Gucci Mane] It's a police investigation said they see me servin' some Informer a leaking information Why the f** you snitching I'm in Miami with the Haitians I don't know what the hate is for That's when these n***a went to hate on me All these n***as hatin' on me Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off [Verse 1: Young Scooter] Every 45 minutes I get a thousand grands out Even 45 days and you get your gram out My jamaican plug snitch with the truck I ran out Take some from your young scooter I cut your hand off I know your daddy got the dope but you can't get the bam out A thousand bricks in your house why you gotta long for Why you buy a thousand pounds if that sh** ain't strong bro You know kush can grow no flavours get the f** around him Them block is high and we off in bum daily One wrong move and the n***as going crazy I didn't have a dad so these streets raised me I got up and drew up in blue print no Jay Z I can get a work on, even if it's hard or something Call Steve-o, my n***a here whip up a house And that buyin money I don't get, we don't see the colour We don't do the million man, where the f** is your boss [Verse 2: Big Bank] The block is hot and we off them daily One wrong move and them young n***as goin crazy I didn't have a dad so the streets raised me I got up and drew up the blueprint no Jay-Z (i got up) I can get the work off even if its hard or soft Call steve bo my n***a will ? a house And that bond money on deck we dont see the cost We don't do the middleman (uh-uh) Where the f** is your boss [Hook: Gucci Mane] It's a police investigation said they see me servin' some Informer a leaking information Why the f** you snitching I'm in Miami with the Haitians I don't know what the hate is for That's when these n***a went to hate on me All these n***as hatin' on me Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off [Verse 3: Big Bank] I remember way way way way back When a n***a first off serving that crack Had a whole brick ye I took it Had to call Young Scooter to cook it 36 ounces all in cookies All the Jays calling my name they lookin' They want it, they want it, shoulda seen all them junkies And my grandma kitchen funky Mix in that chiplet street and I'm bunkin' I'm pa**ing out them bombs, eight grade I'm stealing corn Have my re-up in my locker, book bag full of sacks Pay my sister 1's and 5's and them thanking all them racks [Verse 4: Young Dolph] Drop some bread on your b**h now she bent over in my bed Drop some gwap on your head Now that red dot on your forehead I don't trust these n***as, I don't love these b**hes These b**hes be sheisty, these n***as be snitch Ran through a hundred pack collared greens in the kitchen Don't call my phone unless you tryna spend 50 I ain't frontin sh** don't ask me Don't make me fire this pistol and turn this b**h into a trek meat It's a police investigation I blue smoke in their face, but you better cooperation [Hook: Gucci Mane] It's a police investigation said they see me servin' some Informer a leaking information Why the f** you snitching I'm in Miami with the Haitians I don't know what the hate is for That's when these n***a went to hate on me All these n***as hatin' on me Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off Young n***a get your bomb off, get your bomb off