Officer Black

Aye man, so
I got some shit I just wanna get of my chest
So, instead of making a diss track
I made a Fuck You track

Line blowing up, I been runnin through my minutes
I ain’t tryin fuck, if a bitch ain’t independent
Work in the mail, we just seal it then we send it
Got my income off the dash, I was running up them digits

Boy you need to stop it, they say I need to quit it
But you ain’t never cop it, so you’ll-nt really get it
Complex boomin, we was moving through the tenants
State didn’t fuck with me, they tried to max me on my sentence

Now throw yo middle fingers up to Officer Black
You a bitch, real snitch, I ain't talkin no cap
You claimed battery, sayin I got you smacked
If it wasn’t for that badge, I’d really beat cho ass

I’d have busted yo laugh, then split yo wife in half
Hit you with that one-two, is you good at math?
Put them lines around ya body, like I’m making a graph
In the back, hog tied in that all black Nav

You's a bitch boy
And I’m the shit boy
You a snitch boy
I’m getting rich boy
You a ditch boy
I’ll take yo bitch boy
I bet you don’t believe it
How it switched boy

You thought that you could contain it, Didn’t think it was dangerous
If I ever come for ya, hope you good when you aim it
This a fuck you track, you remember ya statement
Bet this song bring it back, every time that they play it

When I take ya name from you, whatchu gone do next
If you wasn’t such a bitch, I might have gave you respect
I got one more thing on my chest to confess
You’se a bitch ass pig, I won’t let you forget

Line blowing up, I been runnin through my minutes
I ain’t tryin fuck, if the bitch ain’t independent
Work in the mail, we just seal it then we send it
Got my income off the dash, I was running up them digits

Boy you need to stop it, they say I need to quit it
But you ain’t never cop it, so you’ll-nt really get it
Complex boomin, we was moving through the tenants
State didn’t fuck with me, they tried to max me on my sentence (woo)