Sly Cooper lyrics

[Verse 1: BabyTron, StanWill & TrDee]
Sneaking in a store with this 201 like Sly Cooper
Pop up at yo crib with them ladders, looking like roofers
Walking out his crib the only time he ever saw a shooter
Shooter couldn't find a Glocky, f*cked around and brought the ruger
Lil' bro be icing sh*t, it's like the opps done saw a jeweler
Internet thug, I'll pull up and take yo computer
Pull up? I'll make yo block hot, AR with the cooler
If I ain't send yo b*tch in Sprint, you know I put some di*k into her
Oversized Gucci trench coat, I look like Sherlock Holmes
Unc' a tweaker off the pills, he had to leave the Percs alone
Virgil did the tee, b*tch, hold on, let me turn and pose
Ain't no talking, b*tch, I'm busting quick, I turn my virgin on
Ritz cream soda with a three of red in it
Mike A-motherf*cking-miris stuffed with dead n*ggas
Hate me but don't know me, I don't understand n*ggas
Think it's pape' on the way, why the f*ck my hands itching?

[Bridge 1: BabyTron]
Hello?
Man, f*ck on, you ain't got no damn money
Weird-ass
Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 2: StanWill]
New b*tches in my DM when I up pics, pop out in that one sh*t
2021, you know it's us if it's that one whip
Bought another Glock like I don't got enough sticks
Ride around the Mitten hot, boy, we on that f*ck sh*t
She know she can't f*ck with me 'cause all my b*tches bad as hell
We be tripping up at Somerset, my n*ggas grabbing shelves
Lil' bro was zooming in them Scatties 'fore he had his L's
Once we heard that n*gga died we was glad as hell
[Verse 3: TrDee]
I be speeding to the chicken, don't got no patience
Tron faced the whole 'Wood, now he look Asian
I'll pass it to the gang, I be playmaking
She gon' f*ck because the whole gang really famous
They won't ever send you in the field, you too inconsistent
V8 underneath the hood, I can't do the limit
Baby, put yo head down please, you can keep the kitten
f*ck it, I'll put the D on you, here come Scottie Pippen

[Bridge 2: BabyTron]
Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Hopping out the Scatty, fifty rackies and the Glock on me
High as hell, zip of Runtz and a dirty pop on me
b*tch hit my cup while I was driving, spilt some Wock' on me
Hunnid dollar plate straight from Fleming's, this is not Coney
Automatic chop'll walk you down, it got a stock on it
Ice chunks on the white buffs, I left some snot it
Unky got a bankroll, he said he got a wad on 'em
Anytime we seen an opp out, I bet we got on him

[Outro: BabyTron]
Huh, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
What up, Stan?
What up, Dee?
Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
(Primo Beats on the track)