ACAB Rock A$AP Rocky Remix by The Thought Lyrics
[Verse: Smith the Poet]
Bastards ought to seek sonder
Repeat as modal, I model
My meek as wholesome to swallow
Indeed the doper, my docile
Just sera hoping I'd holler
While Oxy blanks in a brothel
He cherry-picking its teeth
Of starry stigmas and peaks
Repair the bidding, more brief
'Cause Eggsy's manners the marker
Been slapping slick, he the shocker
I'm dapper, been down the bottle
The rumors 'bout good regardless
No peace imposed with your problem
Your sorry ass toking sorrow
Could live in drought
We burned our bridges
No one's proud
Reckon the rickety, sicken the sound
So get down!
[Hook: The Thought]
Never forget: All Cops Are Bastards
Boots on your neck, if you ain't go faster
Bruisers for checks, guns for the masters
Donuts? You bet, but poison the batter
I don't ever wanna see no
Fucking piggies by my house
If I hear those fuckers knocking
'Bout to make some bacon now
Never forget: All Cops Are Bastards
(You ain't fucking with me) 'cause I'm going faster
Bruisers for checks, guns for the masters
Donuts? You bet, but poison the batter
I don't ever wanna see no
Fucking piggies by my house
If I hear those fuckers knocking
'Bout to make some bacon now
[Verse: The Thought]
Don't ever talk to police
They'll kill your dog, then arresting your niece
They'll kill your homies all dead in the street
Then they going free (probably on paid leave)
"I'm just gonna fuck your bitch!"
You ain't serving shit so I'll plead that fifth
Trigger-happy little kid
Tryna scratch that fucking itch
They don't like Mirandas, spread propaganda
They muting the scanner then raping a ho
As long as you Flanders, they ain't so demanding
They check for a tan, 'cause the badge is for show
The new Ku Klux Klan who killed Sandra Bland
As soon as you ran they were pulling to blow
The bloodiest hands, they muddy they stance
They planted that gun 'cause they trained to, you know!
No love for cops, I ain't licking that boot
Tell you to drop to your knees, then they shoot
They don't be telling the truth
So who protecting you?
[Outro: The Thought]
Huh?
I don't even fucking know man...
I'm fucked, huh?
Bastards ought to seek sonder
Repeat as modal, I model
My meek as wholesome to swallow
Indeed the doper, my docile
Just sera hoping I'd holler
While Oxy blanks in a brothel
He cherry-picking its teeth
Of starry stigmas and peaks
Repair the bidding, more brief
'Cause Eggsy's manners the marker
Been slapping slick, he the shocker
I'm dapper, been down the bottle
The rumors 'bout good regardless
No peace imposed with your problem
Your sorry ass toking sorrow
Could live in drought
We burned our bridges
No one's proud
Reckon the rickety, sicken the sound
So get down!
[Hook: The Thought]
Never forget: All Cops Are Bastards
Boots on your neck, if you ain't go faster
Bruisers for checks, guns for the masters
Donuts? You bet, but poison the batter
I don't ever wanna see no
Fucking piggies by my house
If I hear those fuckers knocking
'Bout to make some bacon now
Never forget: All Cops Are Bastards
(You ain't fucking with me) 'cause I'm going faster
Bruisers for checks, guns for the masters
Donuts? You bet, but poison the batter
I don't ever wanna see no
Fucking piggies by my house
If I hear those fuckers knocking
'Bout to make some bacon now
[Verse: The Thought]
Don't ever talk to police
They'll kill your dog, then arresting your niece
They'll kill your homies all dead in the street
Then they going free (probably on paid leave)
"I'm just gonna fuck your bitch!"
You ain't serving shit so I'll plead that fifth
Trigger-happy little kid
Tryna scratch that fucking itch
They don't like Mirandas, spread propaganda
They muting the scanner then raping a ho
As long as you Flanders, they ain't so demanding
They check for a tan, 'cause the badge is for show
The new Ku Klux Klan who killed Sandra Bland
As soon as you ran they were pulling to blow
The bloodiest hands, they muddy they stance
They planted that gun 'cause they trained to, you know!
No love for cops, I ain't licking that boot
Tell you to drop to your knees, then they shoot
They don't be telling the truth
So who protecting you?
[Outro: The Thought]
Huh?
I don't even fucking know man...
I'm fucked, huh?