Investigation
Young Dolph, Big Bank Black, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter, Lil Duke
It's a police investigation said they
See me servin' some
Informer a leaking information
Why the fuck you snitching
I'm in Miami with the Haitians
I don't know what the hate is for
That's when these nigga went to hate on me
All these niggas hatin' on me
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Every forty-five minutes I get
A thousand grands out
Even forty-five days and you
Get your gram out
My jamaican plug snitch with the
Truck I ran out
Take some from your young scooter
I cut your hand off
I know your daddy got the dope but
You can't get the bam out
A thousand bricks in your house
Why you gotta long for
Why you buy a thousand pounds if
That shit ain't strong bro
You know kush can grow no flavours
Get the fuck around him
Them block is high and we off in bum daily
One wrong move and the niggas going crazy
I didn't have a dad so
These streets raised me
I got up and drew up in blue print no Jay-Z
I can get a work on
Even if it's hard or something
Call Steve-o, my nigga here whip up a house
And that buyin money I don't get
We don't see the colour
We don't do the million man
Where the fuck is your boss
The block is hot and we off them daily
One wrong move and them
Young niggas goin crazy
I didn't have a dad so the streets raised me
I got up and drew up the blueprint no Jay-Z
(I got up) i can get the work off even
If it's hard or soft
Call steve bo my nigga will a house
And that bond money on deck
We don't see the cost
We don't do the middleman (Uh, uh)
Where the fuck is your boss
It's a police investigation said they
See me servin' some
Informer a leaking information
Why the fuck you snitching
I'm in Miami with the Haitians
I don't know what the hate is for
That's when these nigga went to hate on me
All these niggas hatin' on me
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
I remember way way way way back
When a nigga first off serving that crack
Had a whole brick ye I took it
Had to call Young Scooter to cook it
36 ounces all in cookies
All the Jays calling my name they lookin'
They want it, they want it
Shoulda seen all them junkies
And my grandma kitchen funky
Mix in that chiplet street and I'm bunkin'
I'm passing out them bombs
Eight grade I'm stealing corn
Have my re-up in my locker
Book bag full of sacks
Pay my sister 1's and 5's and
Them thanking all them racks
Drop some bread on your bitch now
She bent over in my bed
Drop some gwap on your head
Now that red dot on your forehead
I don't trust these niggas
I don't love these bitches
These bitches be sheisty
These niggas be snitch
Ran through a hundred pack collared
Greens in the kitchen
Don't call my phone unless you tryna spend 50
I ain't frontin shit don't ask me
Don't make me fire this pistol and turn
This bitch into a trek meat
It's a police investigation
I blue smoke in their face
But you better cooperation
It's a police investigation said they
See me servin' some
Informer a leaking information
Why the fuck you snitching
I'm in Miami with the Haitians
I don't know what the hate is for
That's when these nigga went to hate on me
All these niggas hatin' on me
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
Written by: Adolph Thornton, Kenneth Bailey, Martinez Arnold, Radric Davis, Rashad Holsey, Rodrequez YancyLyrics © YOUNG SCOOTER PUBLISHING, CREATE MUSIC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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