Lyrics
With the lieutenant, cocka doodle do, yeah you get high
niggas know them bitches can t do it like i dooski
cause about that boy who just got shot
Cause i m god s gift like a present, mister officer
tattle-telling is for homos
Mister officer, so i mma bring you to the bottom of the ocean
Should ve killed you in the first place, so excuse my twitches excuse me
you looking at a gangster in his essence
Then i grab the choppa, cocka doodle do Five-O, with the lieutenant
I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor, cause i m god s gift like a present
i was out in africa
You in the cop car pointing niggas out from the back of them, red stockings too
we ain t got no rap for them
cocka doodle do
Matter of fact, so what we talking for
I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor, you peasants get murdered if you do test em, so excuse my twitches excuse me
We don t talk to five-o, i could ak attack em
Break a nigga jaw if he turn to informant, gotta count sheep b
But i get higher, there them lights go, we don t talk to five-o
i be in the district of columbia
We ain t got no rap for them, we ain t got no rap for them, it s me bitches
Matter of fact, i m the mistress Five-O, so i mma bring you to the bottom of the ocean
why they copy my flow
there ain t no need to bring me in for no interrogation
Matter of fact, so excuse my twitches excuse me
You re chopped n screwed, we don t talk to five-o
Playing with they pee pee, loose lips sink ships nigga
there them lights go
i was out in africa
I m the chief, there them lights go
I was out in africa, back seat informer, eff you snitches
Then you s a fucking goner, cause i m never sleepy Minaj, lemme get that brewski
Cocka doodle do, there them lights go
I be in the district of columbia, gudda gudda biatch
Cause about that boy who just got shot, could ve killed em with the first and the second weapon Five-O, at the precinct writing statements on which trap house is the station
There them lights go, there ain t no need to bring me in for no interrogation Minaj, you can find me in my teepee bitches
back seat informer
I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor, cocka doodle do
I just pull up, break a nigga jaw if he turn to informant Nicki, there them lights go
But i get higher, i hear you preaching like a fucking reverend, matter of fact
Straitjacket on me, i gots no information Nicki, loose lips sink ships nigga
Where my straight jacket at, could ve killed em with the first and the second weapon
gudda gudda biatch
If it s not young money, i m sorry i don t wanna take a walk with ya, so i mma bring you to the bottom of the ocean
where my straight jacket at
At the precinct writing statements on which trap house is the station, i bring it to your door step, playing with they pee pee
These broke ass snitch niggas still gram shaving, cause i m god s gift like a present
With the lieutenant, cause i m god s gift like a present Nicki, so i mma bring you to the bottom of the ocean
Cause i m god s gift like a present, so i mma bring you to the bottom of the ocean
Tattle-telling is for homos, so excuse my twitches excuse me
You peasants get murdered if you do test em, i be in the district of columbia