Fuk yEa

[Verse]
Fuck him, fuck her, fuck you, pay me
Fuck me, fuck yeah, how I'm doing lately
Got me going crazy, not throwing a phase, mane
Ya'll should fucking praise me, nah, don't want to blame me
I've been fucked up since I was just a baby
I'ma keep on going cause I think I'm amazing
Ya'll should give it up, that's my time that you're wasting
Ya'll should quit with rapping cause ya'll sound like some faggots
Mumble this and mumble that, all I do is mumble rap
Catch me doing xannies, catching [?]
Fight me, fuck yeah motherfuckers
Unlikely, ya'll some bitch motherfuckers, come on
Where's the rhythm? Where's the musical harmony?
And the words that fucking rhyme, dawg, the minimum gotta be
'Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang' shut your motherfucking mouth dawg
Impressing only 12-year-olds, I guess that's what you want, huh?
Mouth full of fruity loops and acting like an outlaw
You ain't fooling none of us, we onto you like knock-knock
Who's there? Open up, pop-pop, block knocked
With the Glock, let's walk, then vibe non-stop
Dawg, I got your watch and sold it at the pawn shop
Five dollar for that platinum is a long shot
Thanks to baby Jesus, I'm taking the high life, God
These motherfuckers killing themselves, making our job a lot-
Easier, no resting in peace
I bet that fentanyl is fucking ya'll and making ya'll bleed
I ain't gotta lift a finger just to claim the music scene
Back in 2017, taking out that little beat
Now, Mac has gotten extensions, gonna [?] me
Heartless, cause bitch, I'm a thug
I hope each and every one of you mumble rappers OD on a drug
And quit fucking it up, you don't love it enough
And I bet ya'll got your money from the Americans, dawg
They lap it up like a dog, well fuck, I cut off his tongue
What planet are we living on these days?
Last thing I fucking bought: Hopsin - No Shame
Thank God for Kamikaze, rap's a state of disarray
Mr. Lucas "I'm Not Racist" seems to be the saving grace
Rittz and Yela put together classic albums, give 'em praise
Sleeping on my homie [?], one of the greatest, that's a shame
Good lord, America's dumb as fuck
Presidents fall down, what are they, trynna run?
And I pray to god you all try to sucks on a gun
Let's have a little fun, load it up and get a drum (brra)
I'm sorry but this is how I feel now
I'm not sorry, let me take that out the deal now
So who's gonna fix it? Who's gonna make it right?
Dial 7-0-1 Bonez, I'll kill em all tonight

[Hook] (x2)
Call me the rap police
Call me the rap police
Call me the rap police
Well fuck the 5-0
Bonez, you're drunk, go home bro

[Outro]
Fuck y'all (x8)
Don't call me the rap police
I hate those rap police
Fuck y'all