Police Lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook] 

Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic 

Shit is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10 

Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me 

Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding 

I done seen some bitches, pulled up then I get them 

Tell them bitches get it, if you wanna fit in 

Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year 

Don't give a fuck if the sun come, bitch I'm the sun's son 

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[Verse 1] 

Something like a light pole, riding with my 'Sciples 

Them Black Disciples, in case you ain't know 

I ain't got no jet yet, finna go and get that 

I buy it, I fit it, throws out, I shit it 

Riding in the Range Rover, all I do is change clothes 

All I do is change hoes, all I do is change bros 

I can't have the same bros, niggas act like snake hoes 

Bouncing like a kango, but they wanna hang tho 

[Hook] 

Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic 

Shit is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10 

Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me 

Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding 

I done seen some bitches, pulled up then I get them 

Tell them bitches get it, if you wanna fit in 

Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year 

Don't give a fuck if the sun come, bitch I'm the sun's son 

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[Verse 2] 

Riding up Lawrence, see it then I cop it 

Pistol, I'ma flop it, fop it, pop it 

Riding in a red truck, looking like a damn Blood 

Suwu to them damn bloods, cuz to them damn crips 

My niggas coming doing hits, don't give no fuck 'bout no camera 

When I look in the mirror, I see a rich nigga 

Remember when I was broke on Front Street, selling D 

And catching felonies, now get back to me, melodies 

Aye, still Dipset 

Since 20-O-8 

Now it's 2014 

Bitch, and I get my own cake 

Get my steak and I eat my own plate 

I smoke my own blunts 

I blow my own gun 

I rep my whole clique, nigga 

And I'm the youngest nigga 

I got the mothafucking Logitech 

I got the fucking finest bitch 

Ball got some fine bitches too 

Ball got some dime bitches too 

Me and Bally Ball riding in Lambo 

Lambo like 'ello 

Like shawty 'ello 

Done it all, bitch, I'm mellow 

Pull strings like a chello 

I ain't blue bitch I'm yellow 

'Bout my green mothafucker, bitch I'm ghetto 

You ain't talking green don't call my cello 

'Bout green then I push it to the metal 

Then I roll me a 'rello