f*ckthelaw lyrics

[Verse 1]
Address, he slipped up, I got his address
That boy think he slick, I caught him lacking on the mattress
His baby mama think he still around, that sh*t is tragic
Know she ain't finna like when she open up that package
No, lil' b*tch, I'on play 'bout that sh*t
If you really think you about it, I can show how you get hit
b*tch, I really been about it, I know how to work that stick
Your b*tch know how to work the di*k
Your moms know how to work that di*k
I swear I ain't lying 'bout that sh*t

[Chorus]
If he with it, get his head cut off
I'ma sic that lil' b*tch 'cause I ride with my dogs
And I'm slick, in your crib, I live right in the walls
And if it's blood to be spilled, then I might get involved
If he with it, get his head cut off
I'ma sic that lil' b*tch 'cause I ride with my dogs
And I'm slick, in your crib, I live right in the walls
And if it's blood to be spilled, then I might get involved

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I might get involved, lil' b*tch, I'm on call
Four of us deep, n the Caddy then they gone
You can't drop me if you tried to, pus*y, I'on like you
If I want you dead, then you'd be dead
Lil' b*tch, I might move in with your ho, in that Benz with your ho
You play pretend with your ho, leave you dead with your ho
Put some lead in them hoes, is they dead? I'on know
But if they dead, then we ready, ho, it's up, we on go
[Chorus]
If he with it, get his head cut off
I'ma sic that lil' b*tch 'cause I ride with my dogs
And I'm slick, in your crib, I live right in the walls
And if it's blood to be spilled, then I might get involved

[Verse 3]
Too slow off the drank, I caught him lacking
Now he dead as a b*tch
f*ck all them questions, quit asking
'Cause you ain't getting sh*t
Yeah, f*ck 12, f*ck the courthouse, f*ck the law
Tell 'em, "Get off of my di*k"
Mane, f*ck all them hoes that said they love me
Swear they ain't getting sh*t

[Outro]
His head cut off
'Cause I ride with my dogs
I live right in the walls
Then I might get involved