VOP lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
f*ck the judge, f*ck the state, n*gga, f*ck the police
And I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
f*ck the judge, f*ck the state, n*gga, f*ck the police
n*gga, f*ck the police

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I'm sliding
It's two AM, Miami with that iron
I'm just swerving, I can't make it to the I
I'm getting nervous 'cause I see the 'trol behind
But f*ck it, duck the fire and I'm 'bout to bust a right
Damn, this sh*t red, I'm 'bout to buck the light
Man, they catch me right now, I'm doing life
He tried to run down and that's his life
I can't leave my gun 'cause that's my wife

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
f*ck the judge, f*ck the state, n*gga, f*ck the police
And I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
f*ck the judge, f*ck the state, n*gga, f*ck the police
[Verse 2]
Only God can judge me
Only 12 tell me freeze
Only time make us free
My dawg got hit with a sentence that he couldn't even read
Ain't no love for us
Ever went from Cuban links to some silver cuffs?
I ain't dying in the cage, I'm going to Canada
I ain't tryna V-O-P
But every n*gga 'round me got some felonies
Gotta watch who be around, he might just tell on me
It ain't no cell for me

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
f*ck the judge, f*ck the state, n*gga, f*ck the police
And I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
f*ck the judge, f*ck the state, n*gga, f*ck the police