​law

[Intro]
(Ayo, JC, what you on?) Uh, I said
If you got a problem, we could get it sorted
These boys big informants, tellin'
If you got a problem, we could get it sorted
These boys big informants, playing law and order

[Verse]
I got drank by the liter
Oh, we got bank and hella cake, she a soul eater
Like what you think this is? You'd get spanked, ya' dig?
I'm in a tank, the highest rank, it ain't no taking this
Aye, fuckboy, show me a few hundred
He said he was thumbing, dropped the seal, that boy was runnin'
Doing me, whoever said I wasn't got it coming
Been up in the mix, I'm talking shit just like we plumbin', huh
Likе a plumber, huh
50 round sticks, We gon' need a fat drummer, huh
Promеthazine piss, yo, I'm sippin' yellow thunder, huh
Opps dumb as shit, I can't beef with dumb and dumber, huh
She love givin' brain, eating hearts, Jeffrey Dahmer
Hoe, don't drop that dun-dun-dun
His ass smokin' womp-womp-womp
Keep that fuckin pump
Are you kidding me? No, like, are you kidding me?
'Cause you my mini-me, AK in vicinity
XD on me, came infinity
He sippin' Robitussin, boy, that's not a remedy
And in a race, bet the president would bid on me
'Cause I'm the president, you crackas lookin' bittersweet
Half a decade and them crackers ain't get rid of me
How you overdraft cash, can you riddle me?
And I'm a rockstar, I ain't losing energy
Hoe got my name tatted, but she not no kin to me
Aye, back home they said this flow getting boring
Sippin' Wockhardt, bitch, I'll be high till the morning
My new car foreign and my hoe too
Designer mix and matching in the trap, they call me Pro Tools
I'm damn near a master in the trap they call me Pro Tools
He don't want no cancer hold him back, 'cause, boy, I'll smoke you