​do not. (V2) lyrics

[Intro]
Ha
14*27
f*ck all these n*ggas, for real
Self-reactor gang for life
Ay, but you know what you shouldn’t call me tho?
(n*gga, n*gga, n*gga)
(What?)
Ayy
(What?)

[Chorus]
(What? What? What?)
Don’t call me that sh*t
Don’t call me that sh*t
Don’t-
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Don’t call me a n*gga
Don’t, don’t, don’t

[Verse]
This racist b*tch 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 c*ck (This guy zekkie made the beat)
He shot me and my friend in the chest 17 f*cking times
He said “what a dumb n*gga” 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*gga
Kicked him in the stomach and then I politely never asked him to never call me a n*gga again
Then I sang this very song to him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this is the chours
[Chorus]
Don’t call me that sh*t
Don’t call me that sh*t
Don’t-
Don’t call me a n*gga
Don’t, don’t, don’t
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Don't call me a n*gga
Don’t call me that sh*t
Don’t call me that sh*t
Don’t-
Don’t call me a n*gga
Don’t, don’t, don’t
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Don't call me a n*gga
Don't