Lyrics Call the Cops (feat. DJ Flippp & Temper Beats) [Bonus Version] - Sugarboy Big T

I'm runnin' from the cops, I know the devil wants my soul
Where all my dead ones go, purple syrup I'm sippin' slow
Got you jumped, got you robbed, nigga you pussy
You have caring parents
You ain't no gangster, back to school you lazy
Smith & Wesson, six two nine, bullets flying like in Pakistan
Nigga hustles, struggles, smuggles, just like he from Afghanistan
Super-cocky on these hoes, lotta respect from my opps
We on lotta niggas ass, they better call the cops, yeah (aargh)

I'm runnin' from the cops, I know the devil wants my soul (gang)
Where all my dead ones go, purple syrup I'm sippin' slow
Got you jumped, got you robbed, nigga you pussy (aargh)
You have caring parents
You ain't no gangster, back to school you lazy
Smith & Wesson, six two nine, bullets flying like in Pakistan (brrah)
Nigga hustles, struggles, smuggles, just like he from Afghanistan
Super-cocky on these hoes, lotta respect from my opps
We on lotta niggas ass, they better call the cops, yeah

170 BPM, I go crazy (crazy)
Keep whippin' in the kitchen, I never feelin' lazy (gang)
9 hunna gramms 'd got me caught
Didn't make it happen like that
I can't trust nobody, fake love they can keep that
Forever rich, I'm all about that hustle, that's my DNA
Stacking up the paper, no maybes that's the only way

I'm a go-getter, they know SBT does not play
Dope boy barely takin' a dive, watch niggas as I thrive
Whole lotta ambitions
Swimmin' with the sharks, no breakin' my stride
Cutthroat life, still reachin' highs I can not hide
Only dangerous ones survive, I ain't talk no lies (yeah)
Turn your baby mama into hustler, I'm spittin' fire (fire)

I'm runnin' from the cops, I know the devil wants my soul (gang)
Where all my dead ones go, purple syrup I'm sippin' slow
Got you jumped, got you robbed, nigga you pussy (aargh)
You have caring parents
You ain't no gangster, back to school you lazy
Smith & Wesson, six two nine, bullets flying like in Pakistan (brrah)
Nigga hustles, struggles, smuggles, just like he from Afghanistan
Super-cocky on these hoes, lotta respect from my opps
We on lotta niggas ass, they better call the cops, yeah

Play with me then I hit your face in public
Boss in the middlefield, call him Nemanja Matić
Threat to the industry, I come from nothing
Thirty round on me right now, that's how I'm goin' out
Brrah, (yeah), brrah, pa, pa
They left with a frown in a state of attrition
Chasin' stacks of paper, nigga that's my only vision

It's do or die over here, we don't do no roll call
I still strive for bigger things
Man I deserve it all (I deserve it all)
Ambition for money, that's my state of mind, nigga
I don't get no friends, I'm really about it by myself, nigga
Young boss, I'm on a different level focused on my prize
Sit down fake hustler, I see clearly through your lies (yeah)

I'm runnin' from the cops, I know the devil wants my soul (gang)
Where all my dead ones go, purple syrup I'm sippin' slow
Got you jumped, got you robbed, nigga you pussy (aargh)
You have caring parents
You ain't no gangster, back to school you lazy
Smith & Wesson, six two nine, bullets flying like in Pakistan (brrah)
Nigga hustles, struggles, smuggles, just like he from Afghanistan
Super-cocky on these hoes, lotta respect from my opps
We on lotta niggas ass, they better call the cops, yeah

Skurrt