[Intro] Better call the cops I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block Take shit that don't belong to me They say that something wrong with me Red rum, red rum (eh) Hoodlum, I'm dumb (yeah) Dusk dawn 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 fucking team in it Glenwood, hitting jugg's Niggas wish that they was good But niggas couldn't keep it real But I don't hold no ill will I ain't got no ana', and you ain't got no stamina So nigga 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 Niggas keep it real with me Despite all of my savagery
[Hook] (x2) No matter what I steal, or all the niggas 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 the Westin
[Verse 2] Big house Duplex (yeah) Suplex, who next (woah) Russian roulette (yeah) Bullet through neck (eh) Brett Hart, sharpshooter Scamming bitches 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 So the whips is bullet proof Getting throat in a jeep A nigga ran off the streets Say they got evidence on me But that shit ain't concrete
[Hook] (x2)
[Outro] Better call the cops I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block Take shit that don't belong to me They say that something wrong with me Red rum, red rum (eh) Hoodlum, I'm dumb (yeah) Dusk dawn hell spawn (woah) We don't get along