Wake Up Call (Prod. By Meez)-Cozz

Yeah, yeah, 2016 nigga. I'm tired of m***********s spleepin' on a n***a and s**t y'all, I'm about to make my motherfuckin' stamp. This my second s**t nigga, Mittee Gang in the motherfuckin' building. We all in this B***h and we ain't playing no motherfuckin' games, so it's about time I show y'all niggas what's up I will replenish your missing faith Coming live from 65th with cake Sippin' got me pissin' and getting baked Got my fifth and 8th of weed Did you pitch in cake? So no five, homie get away Still money over hoes til this fuckin' day Cause diamonds are forever, but that P***y ain't And knowing that I know she probably still gon' be on me Cause she know Cozz be after the bill like Cosby Some niggas choose to be salty out of all of the seasonings First off I'll never understand what the reason is Second off you're opinion ain't achieving shit Third, I'm probably the best Bitch I can go back and forth, I'ma plead the 5th But f**k you and your policies, I'd rather keep it gutter and honestly The world won't give a f**k about us obviously Not your neighbor, not your friend and not police But it don't bother me I'm tryna reach my goals with the rest of my soccer team You know me mob deep Yeah you lookin' at the prodigy Ruthless I gotta be, no more apologies Yeah you might catch me by the beach But I can still tell you all you need About them pimps roll in them 6-4's Home of the 6-0's, it get's cold Nigga just get low, my ammo Cause niggas pull a pistol quick for [Hook] Watch out, better duck, test your own luck But a n***a might die thinking that they give a fuck Throw your set up, naw dawg, we don't even bang It's a Mittee Gang thing, n***a we just tryna hang Throw your set up, dawg it don't matter where you from It don't matter where your block at, it don't matter what you claim Throw your set up, you can go and still test your luck But a n***a might die thinking that they give a fuck [Verse 2] It's nothin personal Just talking my shit, ain't tryna diss you So don't try to hit me with some s**t that you ain't in to Bitch you must have some serious issues Tryna get my last initial and some money out of him too That's like tryna stash the paper from a pencil When it comes to the tissue, ain't getting s**t out of this dude I call it being smarter but some people call it karma They deserve the curb but I ain't concerned, just wearing my armor Cause you never know, the one's that close be the one's that harm you So constantly my eyes on watch But that's probably because how life was taught to those who live in the hood and know to fight you stops, never Yeah we clever but we still need more lessons on Tetris cause we still won't unite the blocks Might not lose your life to the pipe and rock But might if you pipe a thot or fight the cops [Hook] So watch out, better duck, test your own luck But a n***a might die thinking that they give a fuck Throw your set up, naw dawg, we don't even bang It's a Mittee Gang thing, n***a we just tryna hang Throw your set up, dawg it don't matter where you from It don't matter where your block at, it don't matter what you claim Throw your set up, you can go and still test your luck But a n***a might die thinking that they give a fuck Throw your set up