Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Investigation, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 14.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Investigation |
| It’s a police investigation\nSays it’s in your service\nI’m a leaking information\nWhy the fuck you snitching\nI’m in Miami with the hate shit\nI don’t know what the hate is for\nThat’s when these nigga went to hate on me\nAll these niggas hate on me\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nEvery 45 minutes I get a thousand grands out\nEven 45 days and you get your gram out\nMy jamaican plug snitch with the truck I ran out\nTake some from your young scooter I cut your hand off\nI know your daddy got the dope but you can’t get the bam out\nA thousand bricks in your house why you gotta long for\nWhy you buy a thousand pounds if that shit ain’t strong bro\nYou know kush can grow no flavours get the fuck around him\nThem block is high and we off in bum daily\nOne wrong move and the niggas going crazy\nI didn’t have a dad so these streets raised me\nI got up and drew up in blue print no Jay Z\nI can get a work on, even if it’s hard or something\nCall Steve-o, my nigga here whip up a house\nAnd that buyin money I don’t get, we don’t see the colour\nWe don’t do the million man, where the fuck is your boss\nIt’s a police investigation\nSays it’s in your service\nI’m a leaking information\nWhy the fuck you snitching\nI’m in Miami with the hate shit\nI don’t know what the hate is for\nThat’s when these nigga went to hate on me\nAll these niggas hate on me\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nI remember way way way way back\nWhen a nigga first off serving that crack\nHad a whole brick ye I took it\nHad to call your scooter to cook it\n36 ounces all in cook it\nAll the Jays calling my name they look it\nThey want it, they want your shit to see all them junkies\nAnd my grandma kitchen funky,\nMix in that chiplet street and I’m bunkin'\nI’m passing out them barns, eight grade I’m stealing corn\nHave my real up in my locker, book bag full of sack\nPay my sister 1's and 5's and them thanking all them racks\nDrop some bread on your bitch now she bent over in my bentley\nDrop some gwap on your head now that red diamond on your forehead\nI don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these bitches\nThese bitches be shy, these niggas be snitch\nRan through a hundred pack caught a green in the kitchen\nDon’t call my phone unless you charge me a 50\nI ain’t frontin shit don’t ask me\nDon’t make me fire this pistol and turn this bitch into a trek meat\nIt’s a police investitaion\nI blue smoke in their face, but you better cooperation\nIt’s a police investigation\nSays it’s in your service\nI’m a leaking information\nWhy the fuck you snitching\nI’m in Miami with the hate shit\nI don’t know what the hate is for\nThat’s when these nigga went to hate on me\nAll these niggas hate on me\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off\nY’all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off |