Call The Cops Lyrics - Singles - Hell Rell

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

It's muthafuckin' Hell Rell and you know you with the Dip-Dip-Dip 

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset 

Hook: 

Y'all better call the cops, y'all better call the cops 

What I'm doing is murder, y'all better call the cops 

Won't let me in the club then y'all better call the cops 

Put me in a Ferrari, it better be a drop 

They said it was a crime to be so fly (fly) 

Well put me in cuffs and read me my rights 

They said it was a crime to be so fly (fly) 

Well put me in cuffs and read me my rights 

Dipset 

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Verse 1: 

Okay, they feelin' him out there 

There's no dead bodies but he killing 'em out there 

And not to mention, I'm causing all the tension 

With the '07 Coupe with the roof all missin' 

And mami, shake it, shake it, move it all around 

While I, cook it, bag it, move a couple pounds 

It's just money, I'll spend a couple thou 

To get your little itty bitty crew buried in the ground 

It's paid for when you run wit' a star 

I'm the type to throw a party right in front of my car 

Pop the trunk for the music, pop a bottle of Patron 

I get 'em all drunk then they all come home 

They actin' hassaditty but they all wanna roll 

I'm easy passin' by so I ain't worried 'bout the toll 

So holla at me homie when you see me in that blue spur 

We run the city, need a office next to Bloomberg 

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Hook 

Verse 2: 

When I'm in the club, I don't lean, I don't rock 

I tell the bitch it's goin' down like Yung Joc 

I take her to my spot and take her to her spot 

Then let her fix her weave then I kick her out the drop 

And the neck is murder, 100 on the sleeve 

And the word on the streets, I'm running with some G's 

And uh, what's on his hip, it gotta be the heater 

The jeans kinda crazy but you gotta see the sneakers 

It's like magic how I get rid of the top 

Now you see it, now you don't, I'm the sickest on the block 

And I get it from my pops, your poppa was a rolling stone 

Wherever he put his gun, that was his home 

You see me in the zone, but no it's not the twilight 

Nigga this is my life, restaurants, high price 

If I see it and I like it, I might buy it twice 

You love me now but you gon' hate me when I'm outta sight 

Hook 

Verse 3: 

911, we got a hazard outside 

So many cars, it look like Jacob Javid outside 

Beef by the bar, he wanna drag it outside 

Homeboy, don't you know that automatic outside 

I diddy-bop, I don't know how to dance 

In the sky all day like I don't know how to land 

I go to sleep, wake up in a different country 

Don't understand the language, but I understand the money 

You gangsta, we gon' see all about it 

You gon' watch it on the news or you gon' read all about it 

And I'm Ruger Rell so shorty what it is 

Put this burner on ya kid in the stroller by his bib 

No MTV Cribs but I'll show you how I live 

Couple pots on the stove with baking soda in the fridge 

And I bodied the mic and murdered the booth 

I got them boys looking for me that be wearin' them suits 

Yeah 

Hook