fuckthelaw Lyrics

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 shit is tragic

Know she ain't finna like when she open up that package

No, lil' bitch, I'on play bout that shit

If you really think you about it, I can show how you get hit

Bitch, I really been about it, I know how to work that stick

Yo' bitch know how to work the dick

Yo' moms know how to work that dick

I swear I ain't lying bout that shit

If he wit' it, get his head cut off

I'ma sic that lil' bitch, 'cause I ride wit' my dogs

And I'm slick, in yo' crib, I live right in the walls

And if it's blood to be spilled, then I might get involved

If he wit' it, get his head cut off

I'ma sic that lil' bitch, 'cause I ride wit' my dogs

And I'm slick, in yo' crib, I live right in the walls

And if it's blood to be spilled, then I might get involved

Yeah, I might get involved

Lil' bitch, I'm on call

Four of us deep, in the Caddy

Then they gone

You can't drop me if you tried to

Pussy, I'on like you

If I want you dead, then you'd be dead

Lil' bitch, I might move

In wit' yo' ho, in that Benz wit' yo' ho

You play pretend wit' yo' ho

Leave you dead wit' yo' 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

If he wit' it, get his head cut off

I'ma sic that lil' bitch, 'cause I ride wit' my dogs

And I'm slick, in yo' crib, I live right in the walls

And if it's blood to be spilled, then I might get involved

Too slow off the drank, I caught him lacking

Now he dead as a bitch

Fuck all them questions quit asking

'Cause you ain't getting shit

Yeah, fuck 12, fuck the courthouse, fuck the law

Tell 'em get off of my dick

Mane, fuck all them hoes that said they love me

Swear they ain't getting shit