Sly Cooper

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] (What's good, GeeohhS?) [Verse 1: BabyTron, StanWill & TrDee] 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? [Part II] [Bridge 1: BabyTron] Hello? Man, fuck on, you ain't got no damn money Weird-ass Ayy, ShittyBoyz [Verse 2: StanWill] 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 [Verse 3: TrDee] 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 [Bridge 2: BabyTron] Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy [Verse 4: BabyTron] 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 [Outro: BabyTron] Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz What up, Stan? What up, Dee? Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz (Primo Beats on the track)