[Hook: Ameer Vann] Who done called the cops on my n***as?
Who done called the cops on my n***as? That’s the first one to go
The first shot I blow, who done called the cops on my n***as?
Who done called the cops on my n***as?
[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood] Shotta, shotta
Who be that, the number one shotta?
Put a missile on you when I’m on your blocka
It no be thing, no be issue when I’m off it, off it, I’m off it
I got the magazine for the pistol
For any politician talkin’ sh**, givin’ issue
Another black man in the street, it’s official
We riding out the spirit, we go another pistol
Huh, f**, another cop car
Cop coming on my block for the answers
b**h, I only got a few questions
f** it, pon’ mi mommy and mi bredren
[Verse 2: Dom McLennon] I hate the way I think, I hate the way it looms
I hate the way the things I say incinerate a room
I know I’m tryna change, but it’ll never work
Just end up more broken down than when I started
And that concrete always hurts too
Started thinking I ain’t meant for life but that’s too deep
Falling up into the ceiling while I’m drowning
In sh**’s creek of my emotions trying harder to be open
Talking ’bout release dates, I’m trying to make it to tomorrow
Internal honesty could be the hardest pill to swallow
So I need two shots of everything that’s on the f**in’ menu
I’m dancing by myself, setting fire to the venue, motherf**er
[Hook: Ameer Vann] Who done called the cops on my n***as?
Who done called the cops on my n***as? That’s the first one to go
The first shot I blow, who done called the cops on my n***as?
Who done called the cops on my n***as?
[Bridge: Joba] f** you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
f** you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
f** you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
f** you
[Verse 3: Matt Champion] My old friend f**ed my girlfriend, I should’ve shot him
Pray to God about him, man, I hit the lotto
Yeah, my b**h got badder, sh**, my a** got badder
And I forgave them b**hes, so now it’s off to millions
I been f**ing sinning, hit the forehead
Chest, left, right, I’m grinning, a**es on the ceiling
And I got mirror feelings, for all you lil’ demons
Yeah, you see the chain, ‘fore all y’all changed on me
Rearranged on me, s** a dick about it
I hope you get offended, and this ain’t clean sh**
This is pissing off the yacht with my b**h on me
Wearin’ mink on me, sippin’ Cris’ on ya
Bet ya life on it, I came to fight for it
(Came in, raided all y’all pockets
And your b**h came in and rubbed up on me
I’m burning rubber, I pulled up on you)