"Sly Cooper" lyrics
Sneaking in a store with this 201 like Sly Cooper
Pop up at yo crib with them ladders, looking like roofers
Walking out his crib the only time he ever saw a shooter
Shooter couldn't find a Glocky, fucked around and brought the ruger
Lil' bro be icing shit, it's like the opps done saw a jeweler
Internet thug, I'll pull up and take yo computer
Pull up? I'll make yo block hot, AR with the cooler
If I ain't send yo bitch in Sprint, you know I put some dick into her
Oversized Gucci trench coat, I look like Sherlock Holmes
Unc' a tweaker off the pills, he had to leave the Percs alone
Virgil did the tee, bitch, hold on, let me turn and pose
Ain't no talking, bitch, I'm busting quick, I turn my virgin on
Ritz cream soda with a three of red in it
Mike A-motherfucking-miris stuffed with dead niggas
Hate me but don't know me, I don't understand niggas
Think it's pape' on the way, why the fuck my hands itching?
Hello?
Man, fuck on, you ain't got no damn money
Weird-ass
Ayy, ShittyBoyz
New bitches in my DM when I up pics, pop out in that one shit
2021, you know it's us if it's that one whip
Bought another Glock like I don't got enough sticks
Ride around the Mitten hot, boy, we on that fuck shit
She know she can't fuck with me 'cause all my bitches bad as hell
We be tripping up at Somerset, my niggas grabbing shelves
Lil' bro was zooming in them Scatties 'fore he had his L's
Once we heard that nigga died we was glad as hell
I be speeding to the chicken, don't got no patience
Tron faced the whole 'Wood, now he look Asian
I'll pass it to the gang, I be playmaking
She gon' fuck because the whole gang really famous
They won't ever send you in the field, you too inconsistent
V8 underneath the hood, I can't do the limit
Baby, put yo head down please, you can keep the kitten
Fuck it, I'll put the D on you, here come Scottie Pippen
Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Hopping out the Scatty, fifty rackies and the Glock on me
High as hell, zip of Runtz and a dirty pop on me
Bitch hit my cup while I was driving, spilt some Wock' on me
Hunnid dollar plate straight from Fleming's, this is not Coney
Automatic chop'll walk you down, it got a stock on it
Ice chunks on the white buffs, I left some snot it
Unky got a bankroll, he said he got a wad on 'em
Anytime we seen an opp out, I bet we got on him
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz
What up, Stan?
What up, Dee?
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
(Primo Beats on the track)
Pop up at yo crib with them ladders, looking like roofers
Walking out his crib the only time he ever saw a shooter
Shooter couldn't find a Glocky, fucked around and brought the ruger
Lil' bro be icing shit, it's like the opps done saw a jeweler
Internet thug, I'll pull up and take yo computer
Pull up? I'll make yo block hot, AR with the cooler
If I ain't send yo bitch in Sprint, you know I put some dick into her
Oversized Gucci trench coat, I look like Sherlock Holmes
Unc' a tweaker off the pills, he had to leave the Percs alone
Virgil did the tee, bitch, hold on, let me turn and pose
Ain't no talking, bitch, I'm busting quick, I turn my virgin on
Ritz cream soda with a three of red in it
Mike A-motherfucking-miris stuffed with dead niggas
Hate me but don't know me, I don't understand niggas
Think it's pape' on the way, why the fuck my hands itching?
Hello?
Man, fuck on, you ain't got no damn money
Weird-ass
Ayy, ShittyBoyz
New bitches in my DM when I up pics, pop out in that one shit
2021, you know it's us if it's that one whip
Bought another Glock like I don't got enough sticks
Ride around the Mitten hot, boy, we on that fuck shit
She know she can't fuck with me 'cause all my bitches bad as hell
We be tripping up at Somerset, my niggas grabbing shelves
Lil' bro was zooming in them Scatties 'fore he had his L's
Once we heard that nigga died we was glad as hell
I be speeding to the chicken, don't got no patience
Tron faced the whole 'Wood, now he look Asian
I'll pass it to the gang, I be playmaking
She gon' fuck because the whole gang really famous
They won't ever send you in the field, you too inconsistent
V8 underneath the hood, I can't do the limit
Baby, put yo head down please, you can keep the kitten
Fuck it, I'll put the D on you, here come Scottie Pippen
Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Hopping out the Scatty, fifty rackies and the Glock on me
High as hell, zip of Runtz and a dirty pop on me
Bitch hit my cup while I was driving, spilt some Wock' on me
Hunnid dollar plate straight from Fleming's, this is not Coney
Automatic chop'll walk you down, it got a stock on it
Ice chunks on the white buffs, I left some snot it
Unky got a bankroll, he said he got a wad on 'em
Anytime we seen an opp out, I bet we got on him
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz
What up, Stan?
What up, Dee?
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
(Primo Beats on the track)
