​​where’s the confetti? lyrics

[Intro]
Yo
Call me, call me, call me
Uh (Call me—me—me—)

[Verse]
Where the confetti?
n*ggas get shot, like the camera ready
Like my shooters work at Polaroid
n*ggas got Grammy energy, I got source awards
Sober thoughts drowning in this liquor I been sipping on
Living on my last breath, Chopper still sing like it's Labrinth
A lab rat? Please, I'm richer than Davenport
Where's the holy grail, n*gga? I fill it with seven pours
Of that brown liquor, drink it 'til my speech's got a slur
Man, I see the cracks through the mansion windows
Narrow in and see they use their silver spoons for heroin
f*ck rock throwing, I'm shooting outside your glass house
Squeezing until a n*gga fall and pass out
Please, never took Xans, I took senzu beans
Cold as ice, play tag with my Jesus piece
Tell anxiety to suck my di*k
I went from panic attack to Patek
Went from plan of attack to a tech, n*gga
I'm two-face Annie
I can wish a n*gga well then drop his girl panties
I'm invincible
Read the lines they on Kindle
Got more bars than cell signals
Heart ain't empty, it's sinful
Resentful, 'cause most of y'all still hating, how?
When your favourite looking up to me like a nosebleed
n*gga, please, I was like you
Took an L as employee, now I'm owner
Diamonds colder than the flu season and pneumonia
And the mic still bloody, n*gga, this ain't toner
When the game need heart, I'm a f*cking donor
I'm a lynx-eyed, ignorant, scared to die, hypocrite
Samurai, villainous, danger like syphilis
I know n*ggas built the pyramids
I know sh*t ain't sweet but some licorice
'Cause if you think outside the box they might put you in a box
Get down, they already throwing us rocks
I'm the type to catch it, throw it back like a SremmLife record
Came back like I resurrected
The fact of the matter is, f*ck all my nemeses
And they distant relatives, not playing with you averages
It's flattering, you think he f*ck with jev.? Hmm, negative
f*ck you girl right back to sleep like a sedative
The crown on my cranium is decorative
I been on your asses for five years consecutive
The Benz all white like it's gentrified
Know you sick inside when you see a n*gga thrive, surprise!
n*gga, I'ma roll down the window
And start shooting everybody at the pity party
I got targets on my back, y'all got V's on your back
Ain't scared of you n*ggas, Bernie Mac
[Bridge]
Call me, call me, call me, call me
Call me, call me—me—me—

[Outro]
Where the confetti?
n*ggas get shot, like the camera
Where the confetti?
n*ggas get shot, like the camera ready
Yessir (Call me, call me, call me, call me—me—me—)
Call me, call me, call me, call me—me—me—