[Intro - instrumental] Yeah uh Yeah uh [Verse 1] Four a.m. and the block is cold They want the za, yeah Bought and sold Heavy pressure, we sellin' out Moving low-key, got the lookouts by my side Hear a tire screech, the tires screams Saw the 5-O they rollin' in Spin the block, we're moving home Left em' with the hit and dip Flush the product, locked the door Hear 'em kicking frames Heavy boots upon the floor They want the work, but we cleared the spot Now the sirens blaring and the block's hot [Chorus] Click click Po-po searching ya' crib Might make a hit and dip They gotcha' ya', man ya' fucked up [Verse 2] Through the back window, diving in the dark Jumped the high fence, running through the park Sirens in the distance, echo in my head One wrong move, locked up or dead They can search the crib, tear the floor Nothing left to find, we ain't there no more Still got the money, hidden in the stash Bail out early, prioritize the cash Let 'em chase ghosts Let 'em search the block Out of time, out of bounds Ticking on the clock [Bridge] (Music slows down, bass gets heavy and deep) Lights flashing red and blue They coming after you Gotta keep your head down low Don't make a sound When the heat comes down They think they got us cornered, think they got the trap (Beat drops hard again) But we already gone, off the map! [Chorus] Click click Po-po searching ya' crib Might make a hit and dip They gotcha' now, man ya' fucked up [Outro] (Instrumental starts fading out) Yeah... off the map. 5-O searching an empty room, nothing but shadows Click... click... (Distant siren sound fades away) Yeah, we out. Shit, po-po's right outside Man, ya' fucked up... (Gun click sound)
