Lyrics

[Intro] [?] [?] Look out, bustin' and runnin' Look out, raid, raid [?] [Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I hear a siren, you know what that means, the boys in blue is on their way And people duckin' in and out to find a safe place to hideout But not me, I'm standin' in full view of the street Steady waitin' on the police They can never capture me, their attempts to trap me are useless And the army of dead I command are far more ruthless When your SWAT team with snipers on every roof top scopin' And the team leader barkin' out orders to throw the smoke in You know you gon' forfeit, like Aaliyah said, I'm one in a million And sometimes you can't comprehend the shit I'm feelin' But thats okay, I'm reloadin' And fully prepared to bust your skull open Got you stripped down like a bitch at the bar searchin' for tips [?] got the shakes 'cause he can't afford a hit I'm a G in every sense of the word, my game is [soldier?] So I mash a motherfuckin' pig like a jelly donut [Chorus] Look out! The police is comin' Got me runnin' through the crack house bustin' and runnin' (Get in!) Look out, 'cause I don't wanna get sprayed Y'all better lay it down 'fore your ass catch a stray I got a blunt in my right hand, a gun in my left Takin' shots at the cops, either jail or death I'm already dead, you can't kill me And I ain't goin to the pen, bitch, it's Colton Grundy [Verse 2: Lavel] I jumped in the caddy on the way to the dope house I see the red and blue, hold up, time out Who they fuckin' with? I'm a G With a trunk full of dope and heavy artillery Pull your vehicle to the side of the road! Oh y'all think I'm playing? Well, ya'll just don know You better run the plate, check who you fuckin' with Or get found on the side of the road in a ditch East side, bitch boy, what the fuck you thought Stop fuckin with these killers, we'll blow ya head off We some hustlas, tryna get rich quick Get money wit the boss and cop our own shit Motherfucker for real I'm just lettin' you know Fuck wit a dead man, that's your funeral So when you pull up on a G with a hatchet in the window Take yo ass to the coffin shop, bitch ass po po [Chorus] Look out! The police is comin' Got me runnin' through the crack house bustin' and runnin' (Get in!) Look out, 'cause I don't wanna get sprayed Y'all better lay it down 'fore your ass catch a stray I got a blunt in my right hand, a gun in my left Takin' shots at the cops, either jail or death I'm already dead, you can't kill me And I ain't goin to the pen, bitch, it's Colton Grundy [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Why you still followin' me? I get W-2 to pay my taxes You gonna make a motherfucker have some relapses The red, white, and blues have been known to set me off And you about to fall victim to the Molotov (Cocktail) The smell is foul and overwhelming While you burninin' and you cruisin', your lights is meltin' Why can't I be dead, have a bitch, and enjoy dinner Without one a y'all motherfuckers botherin' me callin' me a sinner But I'm not, (Nope) I'm a dead body from the block And ain't nobody young ain't pushin' rocks I'm a grown up, not in the sense that you accustom I graduate from 22's to the 9's that I'm bustin' At you, I empty the clip on the cops who testin' And leave 'em lyin 'dead in the intersection You want beef? You got it, homeboy, it's what I'm servin' Take the safety off your gun 'cause I know that your nervous [Chorus] Look out! The police is comin' Got me runnin' through the crack house bustin' and runnin' (Get in!) Look out, 'cause I don't wanna get sprayed Y'all better lay it down 'fore your ass catch a stray I got a blunt in my right hand, a gun in my left Takin' shots at the cops, either jail or death I'm already dead, you can't kill me And I ain't goin to the pen, bitch, it's Colton Grundy [Outro] Look out Look out I got a blunt in my right hand, a gun in my left Takin' shots at the cops, either jail or death I'm already dead, you can't kill me And I ain't goin to the pen, bitch, it's Colton Grundy