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Police are searching for three or four burglary suspects who escaped
Burbank police were in pursuit
They were northbound on the five freeway, went to the 118
Look at Mary Beth
It's a two block perimeter here off of Riverside Drive and Gale Street
My nigga Glock made this shit
A-A-A-A-A-O-P-A, roll that shit up
Catch a beef with me, fuck a cheese, I just got it out
I'm fuckin' it, hittin' his stick like I'm playin' Madden
Cuz I'm down for a homicide, told him keep it active
Send up chest, I'ma squabble up, turn up your side
And it's him making love, countin' blues, then I gotta have it
Saggin' in his Benz, doin' 110, tryna abuse this traffic
Man, these bitches love this lifestyle, they just wanna grab it
Glock on my hip, he made the wrong move, I'ma up in traffic
I got a bitch that's from the East, and she Indonesian
You can catch me up inside the house, it's knock-knock season
I pulled a four and almost crashed it to pull the deuce
Heavy artillery, wanna ride, gotta bust my groove
I'ma type to get it off the mud, cuz shit ain't easy
Bobbin' back to back, I need the bag, cuz this shit get greasy
Granny told me I need to stop, I'm stuck in my way
She heard that when I hit them sires, I don't stop, I'm jealous
She know I'm grassin' to beat the road, and I'll ross get paid
I can leave a bitch and get a bitch, cuz I don't do no bad
Benz and Beamers, just foreigns, we don't do no Emmys
I keep the Glock right by my side, cuz this shit get trippy
I'm fallin' in, I need the guap, and Maylene got plenty
You think I'm trippin, but I dime, I need every penny
Catch me beatin' up the boss, like I'm Tyson Fury
I want the money and the power, bitch, I feel like 50 cash
I keep feelin' for the cheese, I just gotta have it
I'm fallin' in, hittin' his stick, like I'm playin' Madden
Cuz I'm down for a homicide, told him keep it active
Chin up, chest out, I squabble up, turn up, yo, savage
She need the love, countin' blues, then I gotta have it
Saggin' in his Benz, doin' 110, tryna abuse his traffic