Songtext Investigation Gucci Mane

Investigation

(Hook)
It's a police investigation
Says it's in your service
I'ma leaking information
Why the fuck you snitching
I'm in Miami with the hate shit
I don't know what the hate is for
That's when these nigga went to hate on me
All these niggas hate on me
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

(Verse)
Every 45 minutes I get a thousand grands out
Even 45 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

(Hook)
It's a police investigation
Says it's in your service
I'ma leaking information
Why the fuck you snitching
I'm in Miami with the hate shit
I don't know what the hate is for
That's when these nigga went to hate on me
All these niggas hate on me
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off

(Verse)
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 your scooter to cook it
36 ounces all in cook it
All the Jays calling my name they look it
They want it, they want your shit to see all them junkies
And my grandma kitchen funky ,
Mix in that chiplet street and I'm bunkin'
I'm passing out them barns, eight grade I'm stealing corn
Have my real up in my locker, book bag full of sack
Pay my sister 1's and 5's and them thanking all them racks
Drop some bread on your bitch now she bent over in my bentley
Drop some gwap on your head now that red diamond on your forehead
I don't trust these niggas, I don't love these bitches
These bitches be shy , these niggas be snitch
Ran through a hundred pack caught a green in the kitchen
Don't call my phone unless you charge me a 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 investitaion
I blue smoke in their face, but you better cooperation

(Hook)
It's a police investigation
Says it's in your service
I'ma leaking information
Why the fuck you snitching
I'm in Miami with the hate shit
I don't know what the hate is for
That's when these nigga went to hate on me
All these niggas hate on me
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off
Y'all nigga get your bum off, get your bum off