I’M NOT A COP - Lil Mabu

Like I was saying, fuck Caine, fuck Chico

Fuck Styles, fuck Rah, fuck Jah

I'm high

I'm smokin' on Mexi (Chee Beatz)

I'm feelin' sexy

That shit go "Grah-grah-grah"

Spin up the block-block-block

I got the what? (What?) I got the drop, uh

Got the keys to the block (Block), all on my socks (Ah)

Dougie got the chop (Catch a shot)

Then he go, "Blah-blah-blah" (Swerve, swerve)

I'm not a cop, red light, green-beam, take aim and shot (Dummy)

Don't joke, send him a joke

Slide through, let's play some Connect The Dots

Slide, don't hide

Glock came wit' a beam inside

Run him up on a demon vibe

Let it fire-fire-fire (Boom, boom, boom)

That shit go "Grah-grah-grah"

We smoke Za-Rah-Rah

Like bro get me high-five

Smoking on Mexi, Jah-Jah

Spinnin', we spin it, yeah, we make it lit

Yeah, we takin' trips, yeah, we with the shits

If we catch a bitch, they our dicks (Grah, grah)

Dissing on Mabu, just pass a new grip

You should just really stop passing blue chips (Rah, rah)

Double M Baby, just watch how I rip (Rip)

Oh yeah, Yus Gz, you a bitch

Dougie shooting like Hades, I'm blessed, think I'm Brady

The bullets, you ahead of 'em, but flickin' it quick

The bullets, you ahead of 'em, but flickin' it quick

You mess wit' my fit, they gon' fix you like

Like 4, 5, 6

Opps restin' in piss (Oh, no)

You gon' kill me? I'ma just a kid

Oh, shit, oh we smoke za in a spliff

Mix Rah with the grabba with the shit

Every opp shot, everybody drive a new whip

'Cause don't see the flock when I sit

Like bro high-five, maybe I'm high with them shits

With the beam, yeah, I won't miss

I got the chop, chop, woah, uh

Spin up the block-block, uh

I got the what? (What?) I got the drop

Got the key to the block (Block), all on my socks

Dougie got the chop (Catch a shot)

Then he go, "Blah-blah-blah" (Swerve, swerve)

I'm not a cop, red light, green-beam, take aim and shot (Dummy)

Don't joke, send him a joke

Slide through, let's play some Connect The Dots

Slide, don't hide

Glock came wit' a beam inside

Run him up on a demon vibe

Let it fire-fire-fire (Boom)

Yo I'm not a cop

Stop saying I'm from Connecticut, I'm not from Long Island (fah, fah, fah)

Double M's you know what's going on (grah, grah, grah, grah)