Somebody Snitched On Me

Officer rickyyy

Officer rickyyy

Officer rickyyy

Yeaaa

Yea I never had drama with the cops

But I larry davis rick ross ass with the glock

Your life is fabricated, what bricks you moving

Homie ask e-class I'm known for shooting

I just spoke to sha money, sha spoke to makazo

Niggaz fuck with rick ross, hell no he po po

He the next ja rule, and khaled be hating

Remember last time pussy at the radio station

You fuck boy peons, your swaggering odion

That maybach 57 is looking like a neon

You youtube gangsta, hoe ass nigga

I call in castalaneu, shells in you abdominal

And I hear that haitian nigga on your track

But I just got of the jack, with haitian jack

I got the mac, miami is the 2 2 3

You lose a body part nigga fucking with me

My clothes got the carridge and the horse on it

Hermeez I look like a boos in it

Sex, drugs, money and them fed boys

The porsche performing like ron on steroids

You got def jam lookin like the ford building

A c.o, talking bout drug dealing

A lil londons on that potty nigga

I'm going hard tryna see that bugatti dealer

I got that auto matic shotty nigga

I catch a body nigga

My lawyer got me in cobo with a hottie nigga

And me and fif is like jordan and scotty nigga

Yea I'm on the streets, you the police

That 57 don't even got plane seats

I thought jay taught you, that's your big homie

Get the 62, step it up dummy

Dumb motherfucker, you ain't even got plane seats

Spent all that money on that 57 nigga

Don't fool the public nigga

62 is for a boss

Ask jay nigga, ask your boss jay-z nigga