Law n’ Order (remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, gang
(Champ)
Gang, gang, ayy
Pew, pew
Long live Noy, baow, pew, pew

[Verse]
Ayy, windows rolled down (Ayy), we tryna roll down on 'em n*ggas (Come on)
Life was goin' fast, it's finna slow down for them n*ggas (Ayy, let's go)
Ayy, no stripes on my shirt, but you know GetRich been official (What else?)
Ayy, won't f*ck on your b*tch unless that sh*t just beneficial (Aight, come on)
Ayy, ride around with my lil' mask up, b*tch, I'm still the sickest (Skrrt, come on)
Ayy, n*gga, don't come down Cook Road 'cause this sh*t will get wicked (Gang)
Uh, keep your windows up, if they come down, I'm bound to blick it (Gang)
Uh, twelve years old, I started thuggin', b*tch, I found the blicky (No cap)
Ayy, told Ma Dukes, "I'm thuggin'" (Mom), she say, "Son, that ain't my business"
Ayy, found out where he work, we just gon' wait outsidе that business (Let's go)
Ayy, four in the morning, I'm high as f*ck, might takе that b*tch to Denny's
Ayy, b*tch say, "Let's go out to eat", I'ma take that b*tch to Wendy's (Come on)
Uh, b*tch, I think I'm dizzy, I'm too damn used to spinnin'
Ayy, know I'ma get that sh*t right back, say, "f*ck it, I might as well spend it" (f*ck it)
Ayy, seven Glocks inside the whip, we ridin' 'round, windows tinted
Ayy, if we pull up side the opps, I'ma hit this b*tch 'til it's empty (Come on)
Uh, hit this b*tch 'til I see a n*gga head fall on his dash (Let's go)
b*tch, we thought we caught a hat, should've seen the way he crashed (Damn)
n*gga took off so damn fast, I could've sworn that boy was Flash (Skrrt)
With this Glizzy I'ma blast, you ain't gon' see sh*t but the flash (Pow, pow)
n*ggas out here chasin' ass, I don't chase sh*t except my cash (Champ)
Ayy, I been thuggin' since a youngin, I don't even say sh*t 'bout my past (What else?)
Catch an opp on his lil' side of town, I swear he ain't get no pass (Aight, come on)
Send his ass straight up to Duke (Ayy), that boy gon' need more than need a cast (Come on)
b*tch, I tote this Glock like it's my last, you know I ain't goin' out sad (Gang)
Foenem caught two opps right back to back, that's the reason why they mad (Gang)
Ayy, this that Get Back Gang, we too official, them boys still on they ass (Gang)
f*ck around, knock on they door, b*tch, you don't wanna make me mad (Ha)
Ten racks in my pocket, b*tch, I ain't even gotta brag
Ayy, n*ggas shoot through gates, they ass be scared to turn in Bragg' (Come on)
n*gga better shut up, b*tch, you know I been your dad (Yeah)
In a process of signin' deals but you know I still be so fast (Yeah)
In a SRT doin' a hundred and ten, this b*tch, 'Cat whip so fast (Ayy)
I see 12 try to hit the dash, I'ma put this b*tch right in her back (Come on)
[Outro]
You know what the f*ck goin' on, man
Gang, shout-out Veeze, n*gga
Ayy, ayy