telephone (feat. AlejandroTheeGr8)

Somebody call momma Think her son got shot up Somebody call the doctor Think someone got shot up Somebody call 9-1-1 Yeah I think I heard a shot up Uh, keep on rockin', keep on poppin Bottles and we sippin' till we see the bottom They say, "what's that sound" Then they look around, and they see us flockin Who's us? Oh I meant the team Better hope that we don't come around and pick your pockets If we posses a problem and then we gonna solve it If he confess his wrongs and then maybe we won't pop him Well, I guess they popped him I hope he learned his lesson next time we could end with talkin That's just a warning to the next to proceed with some caution I hope the next time we don't gotta get the cops involved Cause they so fuckin' exhausting, dawg Somebody call momma Think her son got shot up Somebody call the doctor Think someone got shot up Somebody call 9-1-1 Yeah I think I heard a shot pop They so exhausting, I'm losing my mind Ops spin the block, we shoot back, we ain't kind Grab the Glock from my bed, we ain't got no time Bullet through your whip, yeah tha- that's mine All my boys hit shots, no we ain't blind Leave your ass down, all you see is the night Walked to your block, now this shit mine mine mine The struggles of this life I can barely pass by Snort coke just to have the time of my life