Cops in Italia Lyrics

Speeding through the hood pass a cop in Italia

Trying to get my euros lost they pride the way I be styling

Stefano Ricci threads on it's like I'm Italian

Bad bitch on my right she want to suck on my stallion

Thumbing through the paper while she on all fours

Yea pushing only gems Lamborghini doors

Five percent tint custom roof not in the stores

I ain't going nowhere if it ain't a quarter more

Can't drive it if the emblem don't got a horse

I got three bitches with me she want to be the fourth

All bowing down worship me like the lord

You already ate this dick why you worried about being a whore

Gone head and be what you want to be

This gone be the first time you fucked on a P

I got the bezel dancing, flower setting coming in, diamonds encrusted on the side you can see them prancing

This gone be the first time you fucked on a P

Diamonds encrusted on the side you can see them prancing