Investigation

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

It's a police investigation said they see me servin' some

Informer a leaking information

Why the fuck you snitching

I'm in Miami with the Haitians

I don't know what the hate is for

That's when these nigga went to hate on me

All these niggas hatin' on me

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]

Every forty-five minutes I get a thousand grands out

Even forty-five 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

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]

The block is hot and we off them daily

One wrong move and them young niggas goin crazy

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

I got up and drew up the blueprint no Jay-Z (I got up)

I can get the work off even if its hard or soft

Call steve bo my nigga will [?] a house

And that bond money on deck we dont see the cost

We don't do the middleman (Uh-uh)

Where the fuck is your boss

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

It's a police investigation said they see me servin' some

Informer a leaking information

Why the fuck you snitching

I'm in Miami with the Haitians

I don't know what the hate is for

That's when these nigga went to hate on me

All these niggas hatin' on me

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

[Verse 3: Big Bank Black]

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 Young Scooter to cook it

36 ounces all in cookies

All the Jays calling my name they lookin'

They want it, they want it, shoulda seen all them junkies

And my grandma kitchen funky

Mix in that chiplet street and I'm bunkin'

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

Have my re-up in my locker, book bag full of sacks

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

[Verse 4: Young Dolph]

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

Drop some gwap on your head

Now that red dot on your forehead

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

These bitches be sheisty, these niggas be snitch

Ran through a hundred pack collared greens in the kitchen

Don't call my phone unless you tryna spend 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 investigation

I blue smoke in their face, but you better cooperation

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

It's a police investigation said they see me servin' some

Informer a leaking information

Why the fuck you snitching

I'm in Miami with the Haitians

I don't know what the hate is for

That's when these nigga went to hate on me

All these niggas hatin' on me

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off

Young nigga get your bomb off, get your bomb off