Fucc The Law

Intro :

Ayye let that shit ride tav

Man see look
Yall niggas think yall been buckin
Nigga I been buckin for real like
Im finna get into that shit though

(Chorus):
I said fuck the law
Judge can't give me orders
Ain't sposed leave Georgia
But im posted in florida
My bitch so spoiled
She gone wine if i leave
I step like a lineman
So bitch grab yo cleats
If i cash out at vickys
Can you keep a secret
I make all these hoes fall
I just changed the season
I gave her a 20
And bought her some cleavage
I can’t wife a bitch
Shе Gave me a reason
Cashеd out at lenox
And bought me a feature
I gotta be careful
Cuz I’m still a artist
If a nigga walk down
Im gone hit my target
32 shots out the carbine
Im sparkin
Cross me out im walkin
I gotta white chalk em
My shooters don’t miss
Cuz they drill shit often
One false move
Now his ass in the coffin
I just poured a duece
Even though i ain’t coughin

(Verse):
Sippin mud at Starbucks
I don’t drink coffee
My partna take pills
He just popped a blue dolphin
His nerves real bad
So he hate when you stall em
His dumbass broke the phone
Cus the plug kept calling
You won't see me cry
But i keep on ballin
When yo bitch smell my scent
Panties keep on fallin
The way that i grind
Tony keep on hawkin
Put a beam on yo ass
Bullets keep on stalkin
Ima swipe these ccs
Numbers keep on droppin
Bought my bitch some new shein
Cuz i feel like Charlie
If she don’t get her way
She gone wine like a toddler
She callin me daddy
But im not the father
I get too high
Like luke skywalker
My pockets be flooded wit cheese
Fuck a wallet
These knots too big
Can't fit in my pockets
My granny want sick
When she went wit to the doctor
She walk out wit scripts
Fa them xanax and oxies
Ran up a profit
Without a deposit
I can’t say too much
Cuz them people be watching
Me and my niggas
We gone have a kickback
Put you on a shirt
Now you Niggas can't spin back
If its me vs you
Then that shit is a mismatxh
I ca call on my Glock
He gone pullup like dispatch

(Chorus)
I said fuck the law
Judge can't give me orders
Ain't sposed leave Georgia
But im posted in florida
My bitch so spoiled
She gone wine if i leave
I step like a lineman
So bitch grab yo cleats
If i cash out at vickys
Can you keep a secret
I make all these hoes fall
I just changed the season
I gave her a 20
And bought her some cleavage
I can’t wife a bitch
She Gave me a reason
Cashed out at lenox
And bought me a feature
I gotta be careful
Cuz I’m still a artist
If a nigga walk down
Im gone hit my target
32 shots out the carbine
Im sparkin
Cross me out i gotta walk em
I white chalk em
My shooters don’t miss
Cuz they drill shit often
One false move
Now his ass in the coffin
I just poured a duece
Even though i ain’t coughin

(Verse):
If a nigga want smoke
We gone have a kickback
The tip of these bullets
Be red like some blistex
Im feelin some pressure
Then gon head and blitz that
I stay with a sack in my pocket
Like quarter backs
If i take yo sack
You can't get yo quarter back
I did yo ass dirty
Like clothes at the laundry mat
Say you got a problem
Im real Good at solving that
Put some bread on yo head
Knock the dust off yo starter cap
Since this nigga want diss me
We gone have alla that
They gone pour up fa you
Ima ask where yo bottle at
These niggas too funny
Im talkin like chris tucker
You been smokin my shit
Im talkin like chris tucker
All the hoes love me
Im talkin like chris brother
A nigga been ballin
Im talkin like chris rucker
Boy fix yo face
This shit it get ugly
She like how i do ha
This shit disgusting