​law lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, JC, what you on?) Uh, I said
If you got a problem, we could get it sorted
These boys big informants, tellin'
If you got a problem, we could get it sorted
These boys big informants, playing law and order

[Verse]
I got drank by the liter
Oh, we got bank and hella cake, she a soul eater
Like what you think this is? You'd get spanked, ya dig?
I'm in a tank, the highest rank, it ain't no taking this
Aye, uh, f*ckboy, show me a few hundred
He said he was thumbing, dropped the seal, that boy was runnin'
Doing me, whoever said I wasn't got it coming
Been up in the mix, I'm talking sh*t just like we plumbin', huh
Likе a plumber, huh
Fifty round sticks, we gon' need a fat drummer, huh
Promеthazine p*ss, yo, I'm sippin' yellow thunder, huh
Opps dumb as sh*t, I can't beef with dumb and dumber, huh
She love givin' brain, eating hearts, Jeffrey Dahmer
Hoe, don't drop that dun-dun-dun
His ass smokin' womp-womp-womp
Keep that f*ckin pump
Are you kidding me? No, like, are you kidding me?
'Cause you my mini-me, AK in vicinity
XD on me, came infinity
He sippin' Robitussin, boy, that's not a remedy
And in a race, bet the president would bid on me
'Cause I'm the president, you crackers lookin' bittersweet
Half a decade and them crackers ain't get rid of me
How you overdraft cash, can you riddle me?
And I'm a rockstar, I ain't losing energy
Hoe got my name tatted, but she not no kin to me
Aye, back home, they said this flow getting boring
Sippin' Wockhardt, b*tch, I'll be high till the morning
My new car foreign, and my hoe too
Designer mix and matching in the trap, they call me Pro Tools
I'm damn near a master, in the trap they call me Pro Tools
He don't want no cancer hold him back 'cause, boy, I'll smoke you