Law And Order ft. MrDeLaGhetto Lyrics

Ayy, let that shit ride, tell em

Ayy, ayy. Mm, doo doo. Woo. Yeah. Uh. Mm. Mm. Mm

Turn me up a lil bit. Ayy, ayy

I up this bitch. It look like a track meet

Yeah, he a bitch. That nigga won't at me

Shoot by myself. I don't need a tag team

I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete

I'm a real shooter. Stuck in the backseat, picking up loads

I feel like a taxi. Yeah, I still ride around town on the back street

Now I be taxing them niggas that tax me

Shy in real life , he a internet gangster

Wearing them colors, I thought he was claiming

Niggas be stupid, finesse, taking chains

Damn, nigga, I thought finesse done changed

Nah, little nigga, I'm breaking the bank

I use to save hoes with mask and cape

Nah, I just poured up a six in my drink

Smoking good weed, this shit got a stain

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

He say that he different than me, but I know that he tripping

My Glock hold 33, it's Scottie Pippen

The way I be talking, you think I was pimping

Niggas be mad, but I don't even get it

I up this bitch. It start looking like Christmas

I stay with a rack, you would think I play tennis

I feel like a farmer , I stay getting chicken

I up this bitch. It look like a track meet

Yeah, he a bitch. That nigga won't at me

Shoot by myself. I don't need a tag team

I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete

I'm a real shooter. Stuck in the backseat, picking up loads

I feel like a taxi. Yeah, I still ride around town on the back street

Now I be taxing them niggas that tax me

Imma real baller I ain't no athlete

Count this cash. Feel like a mathlete , running real fast

Think you can catch me? You must be stupid

Ain't getting past me, sold 14 Ps

And that was just last week, can't tell mama gone wild

Told me to call it Ms. Maxine, and I'm moving weight down south

Whenever they need, they ask me

My partner will do ya. I'll do it for free

Hang with the shooters that shoot from inside of the three

Rarely seen, but I'm always noticed

Sip on that drink, I call it my potion

Lil mama bad, I'm smoother than lotion

Real criminal, just got a promotion

Standing on business, I bet I promote it

I hate bullshit, you bitches is bogus

Addicted to money, my money ain't folding

You weak and you frail, running for six

Packs in the mail, me and the scale

Hell of a tag team, serve everybody like we was the backstreet shorty

Shit tripping, blowing my phone

Where was you at, what is you on

Primetime baby, you know what we doing

High stepping like I am Dion

Loving the fit, when I put it on

Got no need for Louis V on

Bitch

Aye man, I don't give a fuck if you think I'm short, man

When I stand on this money, I'm tall as fuck. PUTA

You don't like my flow so much? Why the fuck you staying in my waters for

And if I blow up, you know you're going to be my biggest fan

I up this bitch, it look like a track meet

Yeah, he a bitch, that nigga won't at meet

Shoot by myself, I don't need a tag team

I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete, I'm a real shooter

Stuck in the backseat, picking up loads

I feel like a taxi. Yeah, I still ride around town in the backstreet

Now I be taxing them niggas that tax me

Ayy, let this shit ride, Tellem