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Malik Shannon
Malik Shannon
Songwriter
Marlon Vortis
Marlon Vortis
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, Shawty Pimp in this junt
Talkin' 'bout these old crooked ass cops
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Fuck the law, fuck the law
Fuck the law, fuck the law
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Fuck the law
Fuck the law
Fuck the law
Standin' on the track, finna make the motherfuckin' hit
Quick to pull my pistol, quick to run up in a **** shit
You gon' get your wig split if you ever try to fuck with me
Shawty Pimp and MC Spade, rockin' up the tracks you see
Back up in that ass in the motherfuckin' 9-4
Still sayin' fuck you to a badge wearin' stupid ho
Coppers on my ass, 'cause they know I'm doin' stangs quick
Drop me off on Hudgens where they know I'm boomin' yams, trick
Rock spot hot, coppers ridin', tryna gap up fast
I'm the type of **** that be shootin' at they sissy ass
Pull your tone out, tryna hide behind your weapon, see
TEC-9 sprayin', motherfuckers get to steppin', G
Cock the hammer back, get to shootin' at a narc cop
Let them **** know that this shit here ain't gon' ever stop
Yeah, I said it once before, you know what I gotta do
Duck and run, ****, fuck the law, part two
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Fuck the law, fuck the law
Fuck the law, fuck the law
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Fuck the law
Fuck the law
Fuck the law
I still got my Glock 'cause that cash is the industry
Cops still lookin' for me from that jewelry robbery
Got the diamond rings, got the cash, got it in my bag
Dash on your ass quick, I gots to hit the stash
Cops try to get me then they pull up in my driveway
Went back, turned they lights off, but I see them anyway
Wake my **** up and tell 'em that we got a problem, quick
Spade, you got your Glock?
Hand me the clip, I'm finna smoke this bitch
So I went out the back door, to the other side
Spade shootin' out the window, it's finna be a homicide
Coppers layin' dead in the motherfuckin' city streets
**** got it bad tryna step, thinkin' we was weak
But I'm lettin' you know, Shawty Pimp and Spade stayin' on top
I'ma move my dope, motherfuck a crooked stupid cop
Takin' care of business, load my clip, comin' straight for you
Take the slug to your chest, fuck the law, part two, bitch
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Fuck the law, fuck the law
Fuck the law, fuck the law
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Did I go to jail? Hell, no
Fuck the law, fuck the law
Fuck the law, fuck the law
Written by: Malik Shannon, Marlon Vortis
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