CALL THE f*ckIN COPS lyrics

[Intro: Triple777]
Hehehe coocoo
Uhh, yeah so "BODYBAG" was supposed to be the last single before the album but a lot of recent events
That's gonna change right about now
I believe so f*ck you

[Verse 1: Triple777]
I’ve been like this for my whole life
Stop tryna tell me how to live mine
Oh, I'ma di*k bet it’s true, I'll bust inside yo' eye
They gon hate and then go cry when I outshine

I pray for yo' early demise
I'ma lone wolf takin' no sides
Said I can’t rap, alright
But I see you doin' punch in linеs
So go head for the back I'ma man with no mask really do what I do and I do what you can’t don’t lack whеn it come to the sh*t that I gas out last anyone tryna say I'ma pass

b*tch, your mistake in the past
My future the best, the snakes and the rats
Defining the meaning of what is success
Money, power, pus*y embedded
Never love, never level headed
Grab a gun, call a damn medic
Shoot 7 cause he too different

Been on my own for the longest
Don’t need support for a moment
My sh*t belong in the moma
Yo' sh*t belong in the toilet
Motha f*cka, I'ma artist
Motha f*cka, you retarded
Motha f*cka, I'ma god b*tch
I’m just getting f*ckin started

[Chorus: Triple777]
Fake sh*t, all around me
Mothaf*ckas tryna foul me
Is this watchu want
You got it f*ckin' punk
Fake b*tch, see what happens
Motha f*ckas end up nappin'
I'ma do a lot, call the f*ckin cops!
[Verse 2: Triple777]
Like weeoooweeooo
Comin' for my ass, put you in the grass
Made yo' face look a mess
Do you have to ask
Yes, I’m f*ckin mad
You motha f*ckas whack
Claiming who I am

b*tch I’m T7, faggot, suck on that
For you b*tchass motha f*ckas that hold me back
You can’t hold me back
I’ll break yo leg, I won’t give up
Say that again

Said I won’t give up, so lick my nuts
And my boy HXSTAGE too, cause he tryna get some
Dawg, you make me mad
Make me bite my tongue
I can’t hold it in no more it’s been itchin' my lungs
Oh, I’m mean, I’m rude, your goddamn right
b*tch, don’t be a prude suck my goddamn pipe
I’m so done with you dudes, you been on my mind
But it’s time to let go f*ck you unfollow my line

[Chorus: Triple777]
Fake sh*t, all around me
Mothaf*ckas tryna foul me
Is this watchu want
You got it f*ckin' punk
Fake b*tch, see what happens
Motha f*ckas end up nappin'
I'ma do a lot, call the f*ckin cops!
[Outro]
Um, uh, I'ma need to have backup immediately
(f*ck you! mothaf*cka!)
There's a white male, all black, uh, weird f*cking looking hair
(Get up b*tchass mothaf*cka, get up b*tch, yuh, yuh)
He's beating the f*ck out of this dude with a hatchet
(f*ck that sh*t, mothaf*cka) (Woo!)
I don't even needa f*ckin' back up for this sh*t
Back in station, correct?
(Oh sh*t, oh f*ck, it's the cops)
Get down on the ground now or face the consequences of the law
(Oh sh*t, aha, you can't catch me, you can't catch me!)

This is a message from your president Ben Shapiro
I heard that Triple777 is making an album
Is he gone or not?