Investigation

[Hook:]

It's a police investigation

Says it's in your service

I'm a leaking information

Why the fuck you snitching

I'm in Miami with the hate shit

I don't know what the hate is for

That's when these nigga went to hate on me

All these niggas hate on me

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

[Verse 1:]

Every 45 minutes I get a thousand grands out

Even 45 days and you get your gram out

My jamaican plug snitch with the truck I ran out

Take some from your young scooter I cut your hand off

I know your daddy got the dope but you can't get the bam out

A thousand bricks in your house why you gotta long for

Why you buy a thousand pounds if that shit ain't strong bro

You know kush can grow no flavours get the fuck around him

Them block is high and we off in bum daily

One wrong move and the niggas going crazy

I didn't have a dad so these streets raised me

I got up and drew up in blue print no Jay Z

I can get a work on, even if it's hard or something

Call Steve-o, my nigga here whip up a house

And that buyin money I don't get, we don't see the colour

We don't do the million man, where the fuck is your boss

[Hook:]

It's a police investigation

Says it's in your service

I'm a leaking information

Why the fuck you snitching

I'm in Miami with the hate shit

I don't know what the hate is for

That's when these nigga went to hate on me

All these niggas hate on me

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

[Verse 2:]

I remember way way way way back

When a nigga first off serving that crack

Had a whole brick ye I took it

Had to call your scooter to cook it

36 ounces all in cook it

All the Jays calling my name they look it

They want it, they want your shit to see all them junkies

And my grandma kitchen funky,

Mix in that chiplet street and I'm bunkin'

I'm passing out them barns, eight grade I'm stealing corn

Have my real up in my locker, book bag full of sack

Pay my sister 1's and 5's and them thanking all them racks

Drop some bread on your bitch now she bent over in my bentley

Drop some gwap on your head now that red diamond on your forehead

I don't trust these niggas, I don't love these bitches

These bitches be shy, these niggas be snitch

Ran through a hundred pack caught a green in the kitchen

Don't call my phone unless you charge me a 50

I ain't frontin shit don't ask me

Don't make me fire this pistol and turn this bitch into a trek meat

It's a police investitaion

I blue smoke in their face, but you better cooperation

[Hook:]

It's a police investigation

Says it's in your service

I'm a leaking information

Why the fuck you snitching

I'm in Miami with the hate shit

I don't know what the hate is for

That's when these nigga went to hate on me

All these niggas hate on me

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off