Law N Order lyrics

by

Veeze



[Intro]
Smerf, this yo' beat?
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Gang
Ganger
Smerf made this beat

[Verse]
I want blue strips on all the paper when I get it (Yeah)
I can be off Xans, the backstabs, I don't forget em (Yeah)
We ain't going on tour, but we got the bag up in the Sprinter
I knew this sh*t was gone come just like I seen it on the Simpsons
I think I'm seeing demons from beans and lean that I been sippin' (Eww)
I gotta keep praying to Jesus, I been thinkin' bout leaving a n*gga
No matter how mean I am to yo' b*tch she still won't leave a n*gga
I pray for my n*ggas, they Perc' heads, got sick codeine addictions
Mind yo' businеss, that ain't my b*tch, you seen me with her
Yo' big homie a grown-ass man, to mе, he a infant (Lil'-ass n*gga)
Lil'-ass n*gga you ain't high like me, you drinking spinach (Broke-ass n*gga)
Lil'-ass boy, you don't ball like us, to me, you a scrimmage (For real)
You wanna beat yo' b*tch, she playing my song and shaking her ass (Gang)
Way before I was rapping, state to state shaking a bag (Gang, Gang)
I don't give a f*ck if we going to the pearly gates, I'm taking a mag
Mask on in the kitchen while I'm whipping, scraping the glass
I ain't even in a good mood until I take my meds (Take my meds)
I know n*ggas who throwing Cs, it ain't Chanel (It ain't Chanel)
I got n*ggas who under the five like Jason Kidd
Told lil' bro this a grown man game, it ain't for kids (For real)
n*gga wanna steal this swag, gotta wait til it go on sale
I don't even like yo' b*tch, she made me pay for head (f*ck that b*tch)
You ain't never made a twenty waitin' on the mail
My lil' n*gga black and ugly, shoot like Tony Snell
n*gga tryna keep up but ain't got money for his bail
That lil' b*tch broke, I can tell just by her hair and nails (Look at that b*tch)
Lil' n*gga you broke as a joke, you funny like Dave Chappelle (Haha)
He swore on God he was gettin' money, going straight to hell
If the Feds knew what I knew, I'd go straight to jail
I swear yo' b*tch think I'm all that, like I'm Keenan, Kel
I mixed his juice, now his stomach hurtin' like he ate Taco Bell
He live like Meech when he in the booth but never made a sale
[Outro]
That n*gga lyin', that n*gga lyin', Smerf, no cap, haha
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