#fuckthelaw Lyrics

(Crazy, crazy, crazy)

(Oh my god)

(They talkin a lot, they talkin a lot)

(Rest easy luh gaddy)

They like to pop shit over spam

Word to Tang he not bout it

I go $3000 Amira suits, I keep it in my closet (keep it in my closet)

Why you mad cause I did some features and yo trash ass wasn't on it

(Trash ass wasn't on it)

These fuckin fat niggas worried bout the wrong beef

Bro this is bad

I understand you make them goofy beats, It's really kind of sad

You was born rich (oh my god)

Me I got to it out the gutter (oh my god)

In my bag

Can't be mad at a nigga

Who want opportunities I had

And it can get real disrespectful if I mention brodie dad

I'm just sayin

Niggas freestyle on sum disses, I ain't playin

Need my name just for promotions

The dickeatin super sayian (it's bad)

Better watch yo bitch

We passed ha to the gang, But we gone keep it low

(I said we keep it on the low)

Niggas talk a lot

Niggas make assumptions and I know (I know)

We got the chopsticks in the back, Word to Tay that imma blow (gone blow)

We was trappin really scammin

Got $3k just for the show (k)

We done hit the bitch and passed her to the gang

Convert a hoe (a hoe)

Even with consent of Pluto

I can still produce a show

Niggas thinkin they is competition (ya, ya, ya)

I do this on the road (ya, ya)

Yo fans is sheep (oh my god)

They listen to my beat (oh my god)

And bopping to my flow (oh my god)

That image that you got of me (oh my god)

Throw it away cause now you know (oh my god)

Tang we drill shit (oh my god)

Kill shit

Fox five news shit

Niggas think shit sweet

Piss me off niggas is clueless

Ian wanna do this but you tryin me, Let's move bitch (let's move)

Orange tips, you can put em down

Yeen got no fucking tool bitch (ok, ok, ok)

Folks n em

Be blast all my shit straight through yo burbs bitch (oh ya)

You ain't never been behind them bars

I made the news bitch

Trappin by the store

I did the dash in my new whip

Was with yo twin

How he hangin round wit ops

Nigga a fool (nigga a fool)

Shit this dissin shit for fun

You talk, then run

How both ops got the same name

Get two bodies it's a ton

Stop waving that fuckin gun

Boy you talk to feds nigga

Startin to think that you is one?

We go to fathers grave

We roll one up & piss on it for fun

Shit gets real disrespectful when you fuck with the wrong one

I smoke exotic just to cool my nerves

Use to blow shit up for fun

Long Live Twin

If I hear they name, I'm going onna run

I just gave my dawg a dub, He trappin, but now he done

I just reloaded this extended mag to this gun

"Kel a hoe" is what they say knowin damn well I go for none

He kept on runnin his mouth on live

We hit em then we spun

I can get cho ass hit

Them niggas desperate for a bun

See we don't mention shit up on the internet

It's fuck the feds (fuck em)

Niggas worry bout a fuckin diss

When all yo niggas fuckin dead

How the fuck that nigga 6ft

With the worm where he stayed

Ain't gone mention who got them bodies

Cause yo bitch ass with the feds (oh my god)

(What you gone do when I hit da door?

Niggas all talk in these disses

Then try to call me his bro

Mind ya business

The outcome is some shit yeen heard before

Yea, but now you know)