The Jacka - Go Cop Whatever lyrics

[Verse 1: The Jacka] Verse one first there's not a safety on my gun For the safety of my daughter and my son Who gotta father on the run Still hustling Gotta leave em with something Still young and thuggin Bustin hammers after a function Get that sh** on camera Na dudes we gon be stunting The boys come and roll da window up Act like nothing We from the bay A-R-E-A n***a We got straps smoking fat so don't roll with us If you scared of the high speed Or the ice streets So cold you need minks Racing n***as for pinks Watching TV seeing AP getting tatted on ink Who told me never sleep Matter fact never blink I'm always in to my neck, but I never sink At the burl like Young Furl rest in peace That's the n***a get your scrill Cause you are the streets Ya feel? [Hook: The Jacka] Got weed coke hop whatever It's the game where crooks come together Get rich and go cop whatever It's the sh** but don't cross me never [x2] [Verse 2: The Jacka] I don't think you like hanging round me I smoke too much Ain't scared to buss I just poured the four in my cup All the hoes just trying to get f**ed Seven trey cuts sitting way up I buss the scale then weigh it up Park in the cuts wait on jugs Wait for cause then wait on hus After that my day is up All day I'm with da sh** Cranberry dripping off my whip Hit the liquor store for a fifth 99 cent bag of chips P black dripping off that six Black g5 26 inch Rims under that b**h Sometimes I wonder why we rich And I pop bottles on the strip Smoking purp no matter what 40 cals that knock out chunks Let my young n***as knock out chumps Ya them yung n***as knock out fronts And I'm standing there smokin blunts Could've stopped but f** you punks [Hook: The Jacka] Got weed coke hop whatever It's the game where crooks come together Get rich and go cop whatever It's the sh** but don't cross me never [x2]