歌手:BROCKHAMPTON
专辑:《Saturation Drafts》

Who done called the cops on my *******s?
Who done called the cops on my *******s?
That’s the first one to go
The first shot I blow,
Who done called the cops on my *******s?
Who done called the cops on my *******s?
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' ************t, givin' issue
Another black man in the street, it's official
We riding out the spirit, we go another pistol
Huh, *******, another cop car
Cop coming on my block for the answers
************, I only got a few questions
******* it, pon' mi mommy and mi bredren
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, that ************t don't ever 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 ************t'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 ******' menu
I’m dancing by myself,
Setting fire to the venue, mother*******
Who done called the cops on my *******s?
Who done called the cops on my *******s?
That’s the first one to go
The first shot I blow,
Who done called the cops on my *******s?
Who done called the cops on my *******s?
******* you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
******* you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
******* you!
I’ll break your neck so you can watch your back
******* you
My old friend ****** my girlfriend, I should’ve shot him
Pray to God about him, man, I hit the lotto
Yeah, my ************ got badder, ************t, my ass got badder
And I forgave them *******, so now it’s off to millions
I been ******g sinning, hit the forehead
Chest, left, right, I’m grinning, asses 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, suck a ************ about it
I hope you get offended, and this ain’t clean ************t
This is pissing off the yacht with my ************ 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 ************ came in and rubbed up on me
I’m burning rubber, I pulled up on you)