Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cops, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 15.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cops |
| Aye, aye\nGang nigga\nAye, aye, aye\nBang\nGang Gang\nAye, aye\nAye, Front $treet, aye\nMy watch is so flirty (bling), take your bitch, I bet he can\nMy gun is so dirty (bang), yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam (I bet he jam)\nThis ain’t peanut butter (nah), I can’t be up in these jams\nPussy niggas tellin' (huh), y’all can’t be up in these slams\nCops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam (skrt skrt)\nPussy niggas stop that flexin' (hah), you know you ain’t 'bout that there (hah)\nSay you’re a shooter, nigga stop right there\nRed beam your head, put the dot right there\nWith the 50 niggas with Glocks right there\nVroom vroom nigga then the cops right there\nAye, wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh, aye aye\nPull up on your strip (skrt) with the hollow tip, startin' shit (bang)\nTake a whiff of this here, my gun fart and shit, pardon me (gang)\nBulldog with the 4 5th (skrt), and I target it, I did it (bang)\n30 shots on my hip, and I bargained it, I did it (bang bang)\n30 karats on my wrist, they just shine and shit (bling), pardon it\nFuck niggas act like fish, pulled up and sardined it, I did it (sardine)\nRidin' down your block (skrt), just came from silence (bang bang)\nBitch we lightin' shit (bang bang)\nBitch I’m running shit, this ain’t a rally, bitch we climbin' shit (Chief So)\nJumped out the porch when I was 9 and shit (yeah)\nOn the block totin' a 9 and shit (Front $treet)\nRunnin' up, committin' crimes and shit (haha)\n'member being on that grimy shit (bang bang)\nNow my jewelry bling as shit (bling)\nNow I’m the biggest thing and shit (thing)\nSmokin' on dope, the blue dream and shit (blue dream nigga)\nThis shit got me dreamin' and shit (dreamin' nigga, aye aye, aye aye aye gang\ngang gang)\nMy watch is so flirty (bling), take your bitch, I bet he can\nMy gun is so dirty (bang), yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam (I bet he jam)\nThis ain’t peanut butter (nah), I can’t be up in these jams\nPussy niggas tellin' (huh), y’all can’t be up in these slams\nCops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam (skrt skrt)\nPussy niggas stop that flexin' (hah), you know you ain’t 'bout that there (hah)\nSay you’re a shooter, nigga stop right there\nRed beam your head, put the dot right there\nWith the 50 niggas with Glocks right there (gang)\nVroom vroom nigga then the cops right there (woo woo)\nAye, aye, woo, aye\nYou got a Hi-Point, aye, nigga what?\nYou think with that Hi-Point, aye, you finna bust?\nYou think you’re a hard boy, aye, nigga what?\nCreepin' down the pavement (skrt skrt), aye, finna buck, up\nWith them slugs (bang)\nShoot you in your face and your nuts (bang bang bang)\nNigga, aye, what’s up (what's hannin')\nWith all these fuck niggas, talkin' a bunch of nothin'?\nScooby Doo shucks, when we pullin' up\nShootin' up trucks, shootin' up your cars\nNigga run up, done up, hah, yeah, wish you luck\nClick clack these guns, make 'em hot, these hoes fizzin' up\nSizzlin' up (bang nigga)\nBang bang, aye, bang bang bang\nMy watch is so flirty (flirty), take your bitch, I bet he can\nMy gun is so dirty (bang), yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam (I bet he jam)\nThis ain’t peanut butter (nah), I can’t be up in these jams\nPussy niggas tellin', y’all can’t be up in these slams\nCops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam (skrt skrt)\nPussy niggas stop that flexin' (hah), you know you ain’t 'bout that there (hah)\nSay you’re a shooter, nigga stop right there\nRed beam your head, put the dot right there\nWith the 50 niggas with Glocks right there\nVroom vroom nigga then the cops right there\nWooh, wooh, wooh wooh, wooh\nWooh wooh, wooh, wooh wooh aye\nWooh, wooh, wooh wooh |