"VOP" lyrics

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

Yeah, and I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
Fuck the judge, fuck the state, nigga, fuck the police
And I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
Fuck the judge, fuck the state, nigga, fuck the police
Nigga, fuck the police

Yeah
I'm sliding
It's two AM, Miami with that iron
I'm just swerving, I can't make it to the I
I'm getting nervous 'cause I see the 'trol behind
But fuck it, duck the fire and I'm 'bout to bust a right
Damn, this shit red, I'm 'bout to buck the light
Man, they catch me right now, I'm doing life
He tried to run down and that's his life
I can't leave my gun 'cause that's my wife

Yeah, and I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
Fuck the judge, fuck the state, nigga, fuck the police
And I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
Fuck the judge, fuck the state, nigga, fuck the police

Only God can judge me
Only 12 tell me freeze
Only time make us free
My dawg got hit with a sentence that he couldn't even read
Ain't no love for us
Ever went from Cuban links to some silver cuffs?
I ain't dying in the cage, I'm going to Canada
I ain't tryna V-O-P
But every nigga 'round me got some felonies
Gotta watch who be around, he might just tell on me
It ain't no cell for me

Yeah, and I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
Fuck the judge, fuck the state, nigga, fuck the police
And I ain't tryna V-O-P
So I'm running from the C-O-P
Fuck the judge, fuck the state, nigga, fuck the police