Lyrics Cops N' Robbers - Yu$e

What's the
What's the word
Servin perks by the curb
I got rich on 32nd street
And dipped on 33rd
Pull up on em like it's cops and robbers
Plop em on a hearse
Pull up on em like El Chapo
I be plotting on the worst

All these bitches hit my phone
But lil bitch you not my type
Record label hit my phone
I get flown over night
If his main bitch ain't home
Then you know I'm boutta pipe
Told dat bitch to watch yo tone fore' yo dome get indict

Boutta roll this spliff up
Blue choppa on me get tucked
Coughing like a hiccup
Blue choppa on me, get fucked
Boutta roll this spliff up
Blue choppa on me get tucked
Coughing like a hiccup
Blue choppa on me, get fucked

I play game like shoot em up
Dope to the brain, I'm zooted up
Orange paint, I don't give two fucks
Like the pastor, finna get you touched
Ion like the same shit you like
Ion like the same shit you swipe
Yeah he cold but that kid too white
I could go but that bitch too tight

Oh goddamn
Said the pole got jammed
We could go toe to toe
But you don't got no chance
Imma pull up the we popping out
Out the minivan
Imma pull up then we popping out
Done shot the killa kam

What's the
What's the word
Servin perks by the curb
I got rich on 32nd street
And dipped on 33rd
Pull up on em like it's cops and robbers
Plop em on a hearse
Pull up on em like El Chapo
I be plotting on the worst

What's the
What's the word
Servin perks by the curb
I got rich on 32nd street
And dipped on 33rd
Pull up on em like it's cops and robbers
Plop em on a hearse
Pull up on em like El Chapo
I be plotting on the worst

What's the
What's the word
Servin perks by the curb
I got rich on 32nd street
And dipped on 33rd
Pull up on em like it's cops and robbers
Plop em on a hearse
Pull up on em like El Chapo
I be plotting on the worst