Please Don't - Skooly, Short Dawg

Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro’ly cause it’s all that they teach him

I come through killin' every season, pray they don’t call the policeman

Please don’t call the policeman, please don’t call the policeman

Please don’t call the policeman, please don’t call the policeman

All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets

Please don’t call the detective, please don’t call the police!

Please don’t call the policeman, please don’t call the policeman

Please don’t call the police, please don’t call the police

Wait, verse time, killin' these niggas, it’s murk time

Puttin' these niggas in a hearse time

To my enemies, I done had worse times

Nigga, it’s work time, put a pussy nigga in the dirt time

Really don’t wanna see me work, son — pull back the curtain, woo

Why you do 'em like that?

Boy you need to muhfuckin' stop that

Hangin' wit' the killers and I’m feelin' presidential

Big brother went and got the fuckin' drop head

Now I make a old bitch drop head, I’ll make yo' bitch drop head

Put the pedal to the floor, now her panties on the floor

Nigga, I’ll make yo' bitch drop that!

I smoke the most of the reefer, hangin' wit' Dos Cadenas

Made it rain, hurricane, give out that money like FEMA

Turn that lil bitch to Katrina, fuck up the money from features

Watch how a thug get a Beamer all from rappin' and singin'

Really ate in these streets like a stray dog

Coupe wit' the roof you could take off, crew finna take off

Killin' these hoes if I pull up wit' tech

Cause the will save y’all

Ended up hustlin', wanted to play ball

Got addicted to watchin' that lean drip

Now I step in the mall wit' a stack of new hundreds

Run through that blue cheese like it’s wing dip

Most of my Locs be like «Fre$h, you too clean, Crip»

Don’t work out that much but my jeans ripped

Class by myself like detention

Cause most of the niggas wife hoes I done seen strip

So I had to give these hoes

I had to give these hoes someone to pay

She pull up on me when she wantin' that pipe

Nigga, yo' crib is just somewhere to stay

All I had in the trap was a blunt and a K

(And) a bundle of yay

Most the fiends don’t believe that I made a transition

They still call my number today

Extended the clips for them niggas who say they will rob me

It ain’t hard to find me

If the proof’s in the pudding then call me Bill Cosby

Or just ask my mama, it ain’t no mistake that a