999

[Intro]
Oh the Nee-Naw getting ya
Are you gonna phone the Nee-Naw again?
Oh the Nee-Naw getting ya
Are you gonna phone the Nee-Naw again?
999

[Hook]
Call the police on me, How the fuck did you know it was me?
Look at all this weed on me, But I smell jealousy
Call the police on me, Oh you best run the streets from me
Look at all this heat on me, I’m a chef cooking recipes

Call the police on me, How the fuck did you know it was me?
Look at all this weed on me, But I smell jealousy
Call the police on me, Oh you best run the streets from me
Look at all this heat on me, I’m a chef cooking recipes

In the back of the van with a bunch of could’a been’s
Should’a been’s, would’a been’s
(could'a beens should'a been's, would'a been's)
Now look who runs the hood am in
In the back of my mind I’m like, I’m go be a fucking did a been
I’ll be everything, win again, now they bump when they listening

[Verse 1]
Call the police on me now you bump to my 1, 2, 3 (999)
Silly boy, Now I’m gonna ra-papa-pop in him & he’ll be
Coughing up can’t speak, In a coffin ah can't sleep
Oh you’re talking to police when I run and I jump ‘cause you can't get on top of me
Quit the games, Where’s monopoly?
But you ain’t got a Cluedo
What the fuck did we connect 4?
‘Cause I'll run and I’m gon’ put your head in the floor
Then I’ll run and I'll jump put the lead through the door
So you best not call the police anymore
( Are you gonna phone the Nee-Naw again?)

[Bridge]
In the back of the van with a bunch of could’a been’s
Should’a been’s, would’a been’s
(could'a beens should'a been's, would'a been's)
Now look who runs the hood am in
In the back of my mind i’m like, I’m go be a fucking did a been
I’ll be everything, win again, now they bump when they listening
( Bump, Bump, when they listening )

[Hook]
Call the police on me, How the fuck did you know it was me?
Look at all this weed on me, But I smell jealousy
Call the police on me, Oh you best run the streets from me
Look at all this heat on me, I’m a chef cooking recipes

Call the police on me, How the fuck did you know it was me?
Look at all this weed on me, But I smell jealousy
Call the police on me, Oh you best run the streets from me
Look at all this heat on me, I’m a chef cooking recipes

In the back of the van with a bunch of could’a been’s
Should’a been’s, would’a been’s
(could'a beens should'a been's, would'a been's)

Now look who runs the hood am in
In the back of my mind I’m like, I’m go be a fucking did a been
I’ll be everything, win again, now they bump when they listening