Sly Cooper

Creeping down yo block, like I'm tryna pulla caper. Call us Cooper Gang way we chase that paper. All my niggas bang to the sky fuck a hater. And my bands blue like I'm running for the mayor. Armed up suited up back door booted up. Rolling wit my gang that's the gang you not cool wit us. Stay up in yo lane you can't hang is you fool or what? Spark you like flame let it rain hot like Lucifer. All I want bills bills bills I'm so glamorous. Shawty popping pills pills pills now she's amorous. Know I got the skills skills skills and they dangerous. Tossing out these deals deals deals I don't give a fuck. Smoking hot throwing dubs we don't no take L's bruh. Panda got the 38 spitting hot shells bruh. Yo bitch hella fake so I skate I don't smell her. I don't go on dates less she play show and tell bruh. And my bitch badder than a fox Carmelita. I don't trust these freaks, they be like Constable Neyla. If she try to sneak, she get popped, by this Nina. Turn my music up, way loud up in yo speakers. Sly, Bentley, Murray motherfucker that's the Cooper Gang. Imma represent for my brothers put that on anything