f*ck the Police lyrics

[Intro: Hodgy Beats]
Yo, what the f*ck?
Yo, do I hear sirens, motherf*cker?
Ayo, grab the muh'f*ckin' AK-47 out the trunk, n*gga
Ayy, and that sawed-off, too
Hahahaha
We going to war

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
n*gga, this is BlackenedWhite
n*gga, f*ck the black-and-whites
Got a strap, my motherf*cking bat, and knife
Can't wait 'til a cop ain't acting right
Why the f*ck the Feds keep calling us?
Pulling up in trucks, carried off in a bus
b*tch, I'm smoking OG
Premeditated OC
Organized crime, I kill your boss
SK for dinner, and forget to floss
Kidnap a DT, tie his ass to a cross
Run a Cartel like a real Rick Ross
Shore-running like I'm heavy hardcore
Drive-by 207 and 11-24 (Yeah)
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest (What)
Bust his motherf*cking head out his motherf*cking neck (Yeah)
Plus 11-99 in his muthaf*cking chest (Yeah)
Aiming at his partner, who knowing he up next (Woo)
Or any grand thefts, man, I don't give a f*ck (Woo)
Dump his dead body out of my pickup truck (Woo)
Left Brain is a 51-50 (Woo)
Reason MellowHype BlackenedWhites rollin' with me (Yeah)
R.I.P. to the cops with the goal to get me (Yeah)
I'm a 390, n*gga, f*cking tipsy
[Chorus]
b*tch, f*ck the police, motherf*ck the police (Kill 'em all)
f*ck the Five-O, n*gga! Odd Future Wolf Gang in this motherf*cker
f*ck the police, motherf*ck the police (f*ck 'em all)
You don't know? Huh? What the f*ck?
f*ck the police, motherf*ck the police (Wolf Gang)
You stupid as f*ck, n*gga! f*ck out of here!
f*ck 'em all, kill 'em all, f*ck the police (f*ck 'em)

[Verse 2: Left Brain]
I said (What?), "f*ck a cop, non-stop"
Pop the Glock, my b*tch is Uffie (Bow)
Pull off in my all-black Humvee
So the pigs won't try and cuff me (What)
I'm sippin 2-11
'Bout to plan a 211
Murder your partner and put you in Heaven
Lucky number 667—I mean 666
I got six clips to the f*cking duct tape
Ayy, butt rape on a female cop (Yup)
She can chew my balls, she can swallow my c*ck (Yup)
Try and pull me over, I will not stop (No)
22350 n*gga on the block, kill him hands-down
Calling all cars, there's another man down

[Chorus]
b*tch, f*ck the police, motherf*ck the police (Kill 'em all)
f*ck the police, motherf*ck the police (f*ck 'em all)
f*ck the police, motherf*ck the police (Wolf Gang, b*tch)
f*ck 'em all, kill 'em all, f*ck the police
[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
A couple of Sprites, but no beers
Batmobile is real hard to steer
So, on my way here, I hit a couple of queers
My windshield got hit and smashed a couple of deer
Aww, sh*t, the piggy is getting near
I would speed-chase, but nothing is in the clear
He's pulling to the rear, and all I f*cking hear is:
"Can I see your registration?"
f*ck you, cop—you can nibble my c*ck
f*ck that job, been around that block
All you wanna do is get that stick
Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch
n*gga, f*ck you, cracker, I put you six feet
("Ha, well, aren't you a rapper?") And I'm six feet
I'm black and I'm loud, what a damn co-winky-dink
("All right, listen, n*gger, can you please get out of the vehicle?")
f*ck you, pig! What?
("You're gonna get handcuffed, drove to the station
And get a couple years inside of the prison")
Why? So I can get shanked up and get butt-f*cked?
("Yeah") Well, that's not happening, Captain
Not this time, n*gga—bap! bap! bap! bap!
("Houston, we have a n*gger down
And the n*gga that did it loves them gun sounds")
Pow, pow, pow, pow!
Bust triple-six rounds
Now that's six cops found on that ground
All I wanted to do was get that trick down
That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet
("But no, po-po did not wanna see—")
That O-F-W motherf*cking G
n*gga, this Wolf Gang, f*ck LAPD (f*ck cops)