do not. (V2)
[Intro]
Ha
14*27
Fuck all these n***as, for real
Self-reactor gang for life
Ay, but you know what you shouldn’t call me tho?
(N***a, n***a, n***a)
(What?)
Ayy
(What?)
[Chorus]
(What? What? What?)
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t-
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Don’t call me a n***a
Don’t, don’t, don’t
[Verse]
This racist bitch with a Glock 18 shot me in the chest for carrying a bag of Cheetos
I guess this is how it is in America I don’t know I’ve never been there
Anyway here’s what happened I was eating with my friends outside and this cop pulled up on us
He said we were under arrest but we didn’t do anything wrong so I resisted arrеst
That was a bad ideeeeeea
Because he wipеd out his Glock faster than he whips out his cock (This guy zekkie made the beat)
He shot me and my friend in the chest 17 fucking times
He said “what a dumb n***a” and went to his car
I rose from the dead after hearing what he said
And then, you know, I don't like it when people call me a n***a
Kicked him in the stomach and then I politely never asked him to never call me a n***a again
Then I sang this very song to him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is the chours
[Chorus]
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t-
Don’t call me a n***a
Don’t, don’t, don’t
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Don't call me a n***a
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t-
Don’t call me a n***a
Don’t, don’t, don’t
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Don't call me a n***a
Don't
Ha
14*27
Fuck all these n***as, for real
Self-reactor gang for life
Ay, but you know what you shouldn’t call me tho?
(N***a, n***a, n***a)
(What?)
Ayy
(What?)
[Chorus]
(What? What? What?)
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t-
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Don’t call me a n***a
Don’t, don’t, don’t
[Verse]
This racist bitch with a Glock 18 shot me in the chest for carrying a bag of Cheetos
I guess this is how it is in America I don’t know I’ve never been there
Anyway here’s what happened I was eating with my friends outside and this cop pulled up on us
He said we were under arrest but we didn’t do anything wrong so I resisted arrеst
That was a bad ideeeeeea
Because he wipеd out his Glock faster than he whips out his cock (This guy zekkie made the beat)
He shot me and my friend in the chest 17 fucking times
He said “what a dumb n***a” and went to his car
I rose from the dead after hearing what he said
And then, you know, I don't like it when people call me a n***a
Kicked him in the stomach and then I politely never asked him to never call me a n***a again
Then I sang this very song to him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is the chours
[Chorus]
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t-
Don’t call me a n***a
Don’t, don’t, don’t
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Don't call me a n***a
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t call me that shit
Don’t-
Don’t call me a n***a
Don’t, don’t, don’t
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Don't call me a n***a
Don't