Gucci Mane - Investigation lyrics

(with Young Dolph feat. Big Bank Black) [Hook:] It's a police investigation Says it's in your service I'm a leaking information Why the f** you snitching I'm in Miami with the hate sh** I don't know what the hate is for That's when these n***a went to hate on me All these n***as hate on me Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off [Verse 1:] 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 [Hook:] It's a police investigation Says it's in your service I'm a leaking information Why the f** you snitching I'm in Miami with the hate sh** I don't know what the hate is for That's when these n***a went to hate on me All these n***as hate on me Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off [Verse 2:] 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 your scooter to cook it 36 ounces all in cook it All the Jays calling my name they look it They want it, they want your sh** to see all them junkies And my grandma kitchen funky, Mix in that chiplet street and I'm bunkin' I'm pa**ing out them barns, eight grade I'm stealing corn Have my real up in my locker, book bag full of sack Pay my sister 1's and 5's and them thanking all them racks Drop some bread on your b**h now she bent over in my bentley Drop some gwap on your head now that red diamond on your forehead I don't trust these n***as, I don't love these b**hes These b**hes be shy, these n***as be snitch Ran through a hundred pack caught a green in the kitchen Don't call my phone unless you charge me a 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 investitaion I blue smoke in their face, but you better cooperation [Hook:] It's a police investigation Says it's in your service I'm a leaking information Why the f** you snitching I'm in Miami with the hate sh** I don't know what the hate is for That's when these n***a went to hate on me All these n***as hate on me Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off Y'all n***a get your bum off, get your bum off