Laws lyrics

[Intro]
(Dee, you poppin' your sh*t, n*gga)
Woah (Woah, let's go)

[Verse 1]
I don't really know why n*ggas hate (I don't know)
Wanna see me, bae, book you a date (Book you a date)
f*ck wanna f*ck, so I flew her to Vegas (Phume)
Put the di*k in her mouth, made her ate it (Made her ate it)
Put the di*k in her mouth, made her ate it (Made her ate it)
Told her take off her clothes, get naked (Get naked)
I be poppin' these Percs 'cause my soul achin'
I don't want relation with no lady
When I hit hеr from the back, she say, "Oh, baby"
At that, drop her off at a location
I'm not duckin' no smokе, I stay with fire (Fire)
n*ggas tryna reach out and apologize (No)
Chopper turn that lil' boy to a smaller size (Woo)
I don't wanna talk to him, I don't compromise (Woah)
I don't how to stop at a yield sign (I don't know)
All I know is to kill when it come to mine (Baow)
Got a Glock on me under this VLONE ('LONE)
Get the word out, get him, he ain't take long (He ain't take long)
Ten grand, bust down a AP band (Band)
n*gga hate on me, really my fan (Fan)
All my opps really wanna shake hands (What?)
But, no (No), I could never (Never)
Fifteen hundred (Hundred) for a sweater (Sweater)
I won't chase her (Chase her), I won't sweat her (Woah)
Told my new b*tch make it better
Suck my di*k, don't lie to me never (Nah)
If I get locked up, better write me letters (Better write me letters)
Accept my calls and all (And all)
You can f*ck off how you want to, don't f*ck my dogs at all (Don't do that)
'Cause all my n*ggas rich, you my b*tch, that sh*t come with laws (With laws, woah)
[Refrain]
That sh*t come with laws (With laws)
All my n*ggas rich, you my b*tch, that sh*t come with laws (With laws, woah)
Yeah, that sh*t come with laws (Laws)
All my n*ggas rich, you my b*tch, that sh*t come with laws (Woah)

[Verse 2]
I said I was done, I doubled back (Back)
I did it for fun, I ain't want the cat (I ain't want it)
Put the b*tch at the door with the doormat ('Mat)
I'm sprayin' these hundreds to bring Shiesty back (Free Shiesty)
He say he shot at us, I ain't know that (I ain't know that)
We gon' zip him up, pop us some Moët (Moët)
We gon' throw us a party on him
Free my youngin, they tryna put the body on him, damn

[Outro]
That sh*t come with laws
You better not talk at all, lil' dog, 'cause that sh*t come with laws
That sh*t come with laws
I ain't worried 'bout him talkin' at all 'cause he know that sh*t come with laws