Call the Police lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ha
Thugger
Who
Thugger

[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell & Young Thug]
No n*gga f*ckin' with me (With me)
Got ya' b*tch f*ckin' with me (Ling b*tch)
Nah' I never pay for p (No way)
Got that b*tch f*ckin' for free (Got her f*ckin' for free)
Never seen that n*gga sellin' drugs but that n*gga look like he sellin keys (n*gga lookin like he sellin' keys)
She talkin' all that sh*t had to break that b*tch down to her knees make her call the police
I f*ck her, i f*ck her, I f*ck her, she yellin, the neighbors they call the police
These n*ggas be snitchin', they tellin, they actin' so gangsta but (Call the police!)
You n*ggas don't know about me
I always been a motha f*ckin' G
That's why NWA
Middle finger out, f*ck the police!

[Verse 1: Ferrari Ferrell & Young Thug]
I always been a n*gga from the block, with the Glocks, n*gga ready for the OPS (Glao)
I see the blue lights I start itchen, god damn I'm allergic to cops (Itchin Boi)
n*ggas be talkin' that talk, sh*t but when it comes down to, it's nothin (Ling)
I laugh at you haters, cause really my n*gga I'm all about money (Racks, Racks!)
I'm f*ckin' you're sister, She already in but she yellin' she c*mmin
I'm trickin' them oo, I'm tricken them b*tches to get in they stomach
She so full of sh*t, I hit it and fix it, she call me the plumber
I f*ck her and leave her, I don't get her number
They callin me rari, the (?) in commas like
[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell & Young Thug]
No n*gga f*ckin' with me (With me)
Got ya' b*tch f*ckin' with me (Ling b*tch)
Nah' I never pay for p (No way)
Got that b*tch f*ckin' for free (Got her f*ckin' for free)
Never seen that n*gga sellin' drugs but that n*gga look like he sellin keys (n*gga lookin like he sellin' keys)
She talkin' all that sh*t had to break that b*tch down to her knees make her call the police
I f*ck her, i f*ck her, I f*ck her, she yellin, the neighbors they call the police
These n*ggas be snitchin', they tellin, they actin' so gangsta but (Call the police!)
You n*ggas don't know about me
I always been a motha f*ckin' G
That's why NWA
Middle finger out, f*ck the police!

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
f*ck is you talkin' bout? b*tch you offending me
f*ck n*ggas stealin my swag, bring my sh*t back and start renting me (Oooo)
Brr, Brr, Break a wing off of the bird now it's leaned on me
Now the b*tch wanna depend on me (Why)
Fingerin these girls that would (?) on me
I just, spent like, 50, bands on my wardrobe, I need me like 2 b*tches
I'm not, talkin' bout them new blue face hundreds when I say the room full of new b*tches
Meanie, Minnie, Mo, who wanna f*ck on my bro?
Whippin' up doe, How the f*ck do I sleep in the trenches and I hate the poepoe (SWOOP)

[Chorus: Ferrari Ferrell & Young Thug]
No n*gga f*ckin' with me (With me)
Got ya' b*tch f*ckin' with me (Ling b*tch)
Nah' I never pay for p (No way)
Got that b*tch f*ckin' for free (Got her f*ckin' for free)
Never seen that n*gga sellin' drugs but that n*gga look like he sellin keys (n*gga lookin like he sellin' keys)
She talkin' all that sh*t had to break that b*tch down to her knees make her call the police
I f*ck her, i f*ck her, I f*ck her, she yellin, the neighbors they call the police
These n*ggas be snitchin', they tellin, they actin' so gangsta but (Call the police!)
You n*ggas don't know about me
I always been a motha f*ckin' G
That's why NWA
Middle finger out, f*ck the police!