[Intro]
Better call the cops
I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block
Take sh** that don't belong to me
They say that something wrong with me
Red rum, red rum (eh)
Hoodlum, I'm done (yeah)
Dust on hell spawn (woah)
We don't get along
[Verse 1]
Rock with it, lean with it
Styrofoam with lean in it
Party not popping, less my whole f**ing team in it
Glenn Wood, hitting jugg's
n***as wish that they was good
But n***as couldn't keep it real
But I don't hold no ill will
I ain't got no ena, and you ain't got no stamina
So n***a don't you come at me
We know you ain't got no family
You ain't got no crew
Cause they don't keep it real with you
n***as keep it real with me
Despite all of my savagery
[Hook] (x2)
No matter what I steal, or all the n***as that I rob
Living on the west side
Pretty black heartthrob
The way I used to make her feel
I miss when we were only friends
Juggin' in the west end
Touching in her west end
[Verse 2]
Big house Duplex (yeah)
Suplex, who next (woah)
Russian roulette (yeah)
Bullet threw neck (eh)
Brett Hart, sharpshooter
Scamming b**hes on computers
Future in my hands
Popped a vyvanse, blew five bands
Hang time, gang signs
Use you're hands, fusion dance
Stay in school
So tinted
Oprah Winfrey, we ain't cool
Soda whips is bullet proof
Getting throat in a jeep
A n***a ran off the streets
Say they got evidence on me
But that sh** ain't concrete
[Hook] (x2)
[Outro]
Better call the cops
I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block
Take sh** that don't belong to me
They say that something wrong with me
Red rum, red rum (eh)
Hoodlum, I'm done (yeah)
Dust on hell spawn (woah)
We don't get along