[Intro]
Pre-hydraulic cylinders are in good shape, as are the electricity-producing fuel cells
Safety systems armed
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
(Dutchman)
[Verse 1]
I'm like way before Nicki, our B's in the traps
Cats having a [?], cash money in the trap (Cash money in the trap)
Fiends running, peng B on that spoon
I'm like intent to supply, way before my tunes (Oh shit)
'Cuz I'm OJ (OJ), from them old days (Oold days)
With my old mates, that's Crazy D with the old gauge (That's Crazy B with the old gauge)
With Zach [?], OK (Nah)
That meant more body bags and more graves (Grrah)
Couldn't fuck with me, 'cuz I shoot and drop it (Couldn't fuck with me, 'cuz I shoot and drop it)
He touch rocks with me, 'cuz he knows I'm shottin' (Your guy fucks with me, 'cuz he knows I'm shottin')
Your bitch fucks with me, 'cuz she heard I got it (No lackin', bitch, you know I got it)
Uck-ucks [?] toppin', pull your trousers up, I ain't choppin' (Oh shit)
I'm runnin' out of shells, 'cuz I need a reload
And if you disagree, fuck you like I'm [?] (Fuck you)
M on my block, no recall (Grrah, grrah)
Finesse a nigga, then it's adios with my amigos (Why, Mental?)
[Chorus]
We don't chat to police
Wait, stop, you chat to police?
Guns out, we clap off the heat
Man down, you can't fuck with the team (Swish)
Then I sell the machine
But before any of that, hit the sauna and steam (Swish)
Then I chill, take a breathe, then I roll up my weed (Oh shit)
We don't chat to police
Wait, stop, you chat to police? (Swish)
Guns out, we clap off the heat
Man down, you can't fuck with the team (Skrrr)
Then I sell the machine
But before any of that, hit the sauna and steam
Then I chill, take a breathe, then I roll up my weed
[Verse 2]
They're birded off trap, gave 7 to Moe
Was killing that trap until they grabbed most
D-5-2 with some pebs and some O's (Swish)
We're still pebblin' O's
I'm in the Wood, piff and the loudest of cro' (The loudest of cro')
With Legz, Bunny and Slowz (Legz, Bunny and Slowz)
We don't chat to the law
Fuck cuffin' these bitches, we ain't trustin' these hoes (Oh shit)
Finesse a nigga like R2
Stab him in his face and his heart, too
My nigga Blue passed me on the fast tip (Nyoom)
That was 20 on a R6 (Skrrr)
Ace still on a runner (Runner)
You can't fuck with my gunners (You're just gassed, on 300)
Don't beef the Gs, you just might get bun up (Oh shit)
I told my youngers, "Keep the talkin' to a minimal
Forget Tweetin' niggas back, catch them in the physical" (Grrah, grrah)
Stay on-point like a decimal
Full clips, but we ain't shootin' visuals (Oh shit)
Still poppin' ties in these [?] streets
But I'm still countin' up these red Ds
I know you heard about us, 'cuz we're deadly
That's me, K-Man and SE (And SE)
Turn your wife to a jezzy, turn your [?] to my bezzie (Skrrr)
We're just hungry niggas, tryna rob a Bentley (Why, Mental?)
[Chorus]
We don't chat to police
Wait, stop, you chat to police?
Guns out, we clap off the heat
Man down, you can't fuck with the team (Swish)
Then I sell the machine
But before any of that, hit the sauna and steam (Swish)
Then I chill, take a breathe, then I roll up my weed (Oh shit)
We don't chat to police
Wait, stop, you chat to police? (Swish)
Guns out, we clap off the heat
Man down, you can't fuck with the team (Skrrr)
Then I sell the machine
But before any of that, hit the sauna and steam
Then I chill, take a breath, then I roll up my weed
