Hey Officer

Lyrics

[Intro: G Shep] Ah shit what the fuck did I do now? Haah well is this shit good enough [Verse 1: G Shep] Yo Hey officer How is your day? It's great? You want me to pay For a speeding ticket bitch? No way Bang All your brains splattered on the pave Now I'm driving off to hopefully reach my escape My head boutta blow up like a balloon Treating me like I stole shit from a rune Or maybe because I scooted off in my chill ass cruise Oh wait too late My fate is faked Looks like a hike I'm not alright Call me a rake Because I take These bitches should fight But something ain't right [Chorus: G Shep] This ain't such a happy place People rapping no personal space You might just get shot in the face if you want a little taste It's the land of the sand and dirty rams And motherfucker we need to turn up the fans to even get people to land This ain't such a happy place People rapping no personal space You might just get shot in the face if you want a little taste It's the land of the sand and dirty rams And motherfucker we need to turn up the fans to even get people to land [Verse 2: HeafLatin & G Shep] Losers turnin to fucking snoozers Boozers I hate em. They burned they turns Stained shirt wit they own blood Hit you wit a final thud but thud You a stud, I hit ha, huh wouldn't waste my damn mud Fade you into eternity you ran like a fucked fraternity with zero diligence Hero fo such a filler type of stance Wit nothing to enhance because yo dance, that shit be out of date fo yo mental state (Ayo) Try messing with the one giving you the blessings must be making yo own type of bedding I'm collecting debt that tried to be swept right up under yo rug But don't act like you some kind of thug when you young if yo ass can't hold yo tongue Mister six nine, Hoe I'll be just fine as long as I got protection motherfucker You got attention now, and you don't want that shit cus when you rap that shit be good [Bridge: G Shep] Ay JK I'm kidding Why you say you spitting You're ass go grab your mittens Fuck whoever hates, good riddance Bitches be flopping and stopping and copping and popping off shopping and fucking round Boston but why we be costing and losting and fucking knowing we ain't got to lot all of the problems. They hate gotta stop the commas, wait wanna pop some commerce Slate is my Yeezy colors Slides from Kuwait might bother But I don't gotta scold like a father Knowing me I might be a faller Hell right now I'm just a baller Just wait till I get more taller [Chorus: G Shep] This ain't such a happy place People rapping no personal space You might just get shot in the face if you want a little taste It's the land of the sand and dirty rams And motherfucker we need to turn up the fans to even get people to land This ain't such a happy place People rapping no personal space You might just get shot in the face if you want a little taste It's the land of the sand and dirty rams And motherfucker we need to turn up the fans to even get people to land [Verse 3: G Shep] Hey officer, are you okay? I shot you in your brain My bad homie I didn't mean it anyway My bad man You were such a scam Go away bitch Put you in a can [Outro: G Shep] Bye homie Fuckin, ah well. I didn't fucking care about you anyway bitch (fuck the police and fuck ya'll too)