YES OFFICER..HES IN THE HOUSE (DISPATCH)

[Intro]
*Sampled dispatch call*
Bitch, ayy woah woah
DaesWorld
Okay what?, my dot red just like cliff huh?
Aye aye ha, yes

[Verse 1]
Knowing it’s not pressure, these fuck boys detectives
I don’t like none of you niggas huh? Now his ass remember?
Cause the feds start asking questions bitch, now we got some pressure
Fuck your life huh, I’m alright rather be dead with my ice (Uh)
Fuck the feds put this Glock up to my head (Bitch)
He wanna bang pussy he gon' end up dead (Ahhhhh)
I’m fucking sick you never cared about the head, face split I cut my wrists until I’m dead huh

[Verse 2]
Pussy boy popping on Pinterest, I don’t need sticks I’m not missing
Pussy he trap with the fifth huh
Yeah Meiko he got a smith n' aye
We got the Glock we not missin'
Pussy boy shivering pissing huh
That boy gon' stand in his piss (Stand in it)
We gonna wipe of his nose (Wipe on it, wipe on it) pussy boy came with a glick
And the lil bitch got a scope (Scope on a, scope on a)
Pussy I don’t need a hit (Don’t need a, don't need a)
That nigga don’t got a hit uh
That nigga can’t see you the fist
I never needed a gun, ran in that bitch wit my fist
That boy is a bitch he gon' run
Pussy we trap with the piss
That nigga is rocking a bun, girl your boyfriend is a bitch
My niggas didn’t need a stick uh she gotta man but wan hit huh?

[Verse 3]
I took a lil bitch to red lobster, cause I like the way that she chop down
The pussy boy trap what he know now?
That pussy he don’t wanna talk down
“Um Officer? We gotta man down!!”
Now they ass bringing the chalk out
Fucked her so good she can’t walk out
She say we just friends we don’t talk now
Can you calm down lil bitch,Put the wig down
I’m hearing that he play wit sticks now
He was just a blood and he crip now
Not scared of no gun I won’t stand down, aay BITCH

[Verse 4]
Let’s teach him a lesson, these fuck boys detectives (Bitch)
The feds start asking questions, I don’t know what happened
Nigga is yo ass on TV?, all these niggas acting
Please just stop the cappin' (Cappin')
I don’t need this rap shit, but the brick he keep on wrapping
He don’t want the action
Bitch

[Outro: Spoken Word]
My voice keep on crackin' n shit, ayy
(Fuh, fuh, fuh)
I mean shit i felt like it was good enough
(Grttt, pow, pow, bitch)
But niggas gon' tell you it's wrong
I don't really care to be honest
(Huh, bitch)
It's a bunch of bullshit really
You niggas sit on the internet all day like some fucking weirdos
In nigga's comments and shit
I fucking hate you
People are fuckin' weird
Get a job, a life, you're still fucking unemployed
You stink, wash yo ass
Please
Thank you, I appreciate the time
Bitch
*Sampled dispatch call*