[Lyric] All Cops Are Bitches (Chris Crack)

[Verse]
Cut the people off playin' both sides
Paint flowers on the wall so they won't die
I be fuckin' all the bitches claim they hate guys
Eight sides, we was crossin' over state lines
No beds in the prison, in the hospital
You was hangin' round with suckers, I ain't rock with 'em
But you brought 'em round, wouldn't let me box with 'em
On that type of time, I was on the clock with 'em
Hotel, motel, just another lobby
She was kinda out of pocket like a bottle rocket
Keep your voice down baby, what you tryna knock us?
[?] cops don't exist, caught another body
On thе plane with [?] Howard, it was like showers
Thеy ain't see your little show but they liked ours
In bed early, thought you was a night owl
The game's came to an end you gotta fight Bowser
Just leave it right there, I don't chase hoes (Nah!)
You can still feel the funk like Space Ghost (Woo!)
And I'm grabbin' on her feet like [?] (Yes!)
Don't let the vibes out, keep the shade closed (Bitch!)
And these rappers want smoke but they Chinese (Huh?)
We ain't ever broke again like YB (Flex!)
You ain't even one percent on the pie sheet (Woo!)
They'll never take my mind, I'mma die free
Nigga, I don't wanna see that
Pull up, where he be at
Craig with the rematch
Walmart V-necks
Gotta let the work show, nigga where ya G at?
Ten toes down on a bitch where you pee at
Yeah I really mean that
I really kinda need that
Let a nigga know up in the feedback
Anything but broke, I'll be that
Blocked her on everything, she still hit the G-Mail (Ugh!)
[Outro]
Yeah
Ugh
You know where I had her at, nigga
Ugh
Cutta what up?
Bitch!
(All y'all niggas on my dick: hop off! Jesus!)