Lil Wyte - Zero Tolerance (Fuck Them Laws) lyrics

I got an offer I couldn’t refuse
Five P’s of dro for two
Feeling greeky across the color G's
So I'm super cool take a trip to the ATL
Holla at my boy Terrel
Though that's where he want me to
Meet him so far situation swell
Hit him up as soon as I
Get in town we go rendezvou
Ten for the four is what I
Got instead of five for two
Nervous bout the fact the po po's
Hotter than an iron skillet
Also in the back I got my gat
In case I have to peel it
Watchin' all my mirrors as I make
A left on Old Nat
Thankin to myself he said eleven
Where this fool at bigger mounts of cash
Duffle bags I get a tax invasion
Last thang in my life that I
Don't need to add is incarceration
Heart is racing and I'm pacing back
And forth all in the van
Blue lights everywhere I'm high as
Hell and you couldn't understand
Palms are sweaty and my eyes are
Glued so far into my rearview
I see the dude who got the dope
And I think he see me too
It's zero tolerance around here
(fuck them laws)
It's zero tolerance around here
(man fuck them laws)

And it's all good no ones around
He pulled up right beside me
We got a room at holiday inn
So now he right behind me
Its been awhile since we kicked it
So, it's gone be a minute
I got a bag full of dough
And a four-five up in it
Cause, I don't know if this fool
Got something up his sleeve
He could be tryin to get me
Or just fuckin with me
I got a feelin operation is
Gonna go as planned
Without a site of disturbance to
Fuck up my demands
Exchange was made and now I got
The dope up in my hands
10 pounds of dro for four thousand
'bout to stash in the van
I tell em holla and I vamp out back to the M
I put it in drive and then I
Glance back one time at him
I left the ATL at 9: 30 with time to waste
I got a box of cigarillos began to blaze
I hit the interstate pop the
Hood and called triple A
Six hundred dollars five hundred
Miles until the bay so fuck them laws