Chief Keef - Police lyrics

Aye i don't talk that much
I observe niggas, I read niggas 'Cause we
Moms ain't like you if you was slow and
She'd beat yo ass if you was slow
Yo ass out the house
I got my mothafucking pillow

Don't let us catch you lacking
Catch your ass in traffic
Shit is gon' get hectic
Riding with that Mac-10
Woop, there go the police
Act like you don't know me
Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding
I done seen some bitches
Pulled up then I get them
Tell them bitches get in, if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler
I buy 20 a year
Don't give a fuck if the sun come
Bitch I'm the sun's son

Something like a light pole
Riding with my 'Sciples
Them Black Disciples, in case you ain't know
I ain't got no jet yet, finna go and get that
I buy it, I fit it, throws out, I shit it
Riding in the Range Rover
All I do is change clothes
All I do is change hoes
All I do is change bros
I can't have the same goals
Niggas act like snake hoes
Bouncing like a kango
But they wanna hang tho

Don't let us catch you lacking
Catch your ass in traffic
Shit is gon' get hectic
Riding with that Mac-10
Woop, there go the police
Act like you don't know me
Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding
I done seen some bitches
Pulled up then I get them
Tell them bitches get in, if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler
I buy 20 a year
Don't give a fuck if the sun come
Bitch I'm the sun's son

Riding up Lawrence, see it then I cop it
Pistol, I'ma flop it, fop it, pop it
Riding in a red truck
Looking like a damn Blood
Suwu to them damn Bloods
Cuz to them damn Crips
My niggas coming doing hit's
Don't give no fuck 'bout no camera
When I look in the mirror, I see a rich nigga
Remember when I was broke on Front$treet
Selling D and catching felonies
Now I get paid to make melodies
Aye, still Dipset since 20-O-8
Now it's 2014 bitch, and I get my own cake
Get my steak and I eat my own plate
I smoke my own blunts i blow my own gun
I run my whole clique, nigga
And I'm the youngest nigga
I got the mothafucking largest check
I got the fucking finest bitch, nah
Ball got some fine bitches too
Ball got some dime bitches too
Me and Bally Ball riding in Lambo
Lambo like 'ello like shawty 'ello
Done it all, bitch, I'm mellow
Pull strings like a chello
I ain't blue bitch I'm yellow
'Bout my green mothafucker, bitch I'm ghetto
You ain't talking green don't call my cello
'Bout green then I push it to the metal
Then I roll me a 'rello