chynnas thoughts

kur

this scary as fuck now

use to brush him off now i let it play out

every other instance its a chopper and i'm spraying out

getting chase by coppers

til the cops'll come and lay me out

what the fuck is happening

why they after me

checking every toe tag

praying every bag is me

actually

these my fathers situations and my brothers

and my niggas and my lovers conversations

cause everybody knows when a nigga come out

with a fresh new tant not a scratch or a dent

that the cops gonna lurk

cause it don't make sense

i got a crown vic and this nigga got a benz

plus he got a crown vic and its sitting on rims

i'm a pretend that it's a threat and violation

while i walk up to the vehicle and make a

like a bundle in the states through a brick in the sticks

he walk up to the window

oh sit it's a bitch

i'm looking through the nigga

i'm not even saying shit

anticipating movements

not sure what the fuck this cop think this fucking is

excuse my vulgar language

had to get it out the vengeance

because at the time it took like all of me to be professional

flying in the national

returning to a rational

simple motherfuckers cause they fucking badges go

naah naah bro

naah naah bro

i handle

i handle

naah naah bro

naah naah bro

i handle

i handle

you not the

you not the

only one

only one

who gotta

who gotta

Full Lyrics: chynnas thoughts - kur