Cops & Robbers lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Harto cooked this one up)
Ayy
Ayy

[Chorus]
These n*ggas clique hoppers
I got b*tches on my di*k, they call me big papa
We be runnin' from helicopters, playin' cops and robbers
I be posted in them projects with them real mobbers
I'm a top shotta, baby
We just dropped five bodies (Ayy)
It's Young Jefe, but they treat me like John Gotti
Dump the AP then swerve off in that widebody
That Glock ain't got no safety, but that's alright
Yeah, that's hardbody, ayy

[Verse 1]
I can't stand these hoes
I spent tеn racks on my b*tch, now she got cantaloupes
Money only thing solvе my problems, gotta sell these loads
My granny just called my phone and said she had a stroke
I almost crashed my Porsche, ayy
I'm on my Saddam sh*t
I keep an AK on my side, I keep me a bomb, b*tch
And you can't get next to her, she be like, "Uh-uh, b*tch"
All these n*ggas do is snitch, but we shoot like John Wick
Let them guns rip, ayy
[Chorus]
These n*ggas clique hoppers
I got b*tches on my di*k, they call me big papa
We be runnin' from helicopters, playin' cops and robbers
I be posted in them projects with them real mobbers
I'm a top shotta, baby
We just dropped five bodies (Ayy)
It's Young Jefe, but they treat me like John Gotti
Dump the AP, then swerve off in that widebody
That Glock ain't got no safety, but that's alright
Yeah, that's hardbody, ayy

[Verse 2]
Ricky O
I mention that every song 'cause, b*tch, I bought the store
I ain't even post a pic in half of the sh*t I wore
Better start invitin' a n*gga out to them fashion shows
Know I'm crashin' those
Solitaire my ears
I asked my b*tch what she said, she said, "This our year"
Ain't gotta tell my n*ggas to shoot, they just gon' volunteer
And they ain't even got no picks, they gon' spray over there
I'm talkin' everywhere, yeah

[Chorus]
These n*ggas clique hoppers
I got b*tches on my di*k, they call me big papa
We be runnin' from helicopters, playin' cops and robbers
I be posted in them projects with them real mobbers
I'm a top shotta, baby
We just dropped five bodies (Ayy)
It's Young Jefe, but they treat me like John Gotti
Dump the AP, then swerve off in that widebody
That Glock ain't got no safety, but that's alright
Yeah, that's hardbody, ayy