Cops

[Verse 1: MartyMar] Yeah, should've never let us in I jumped off stage I need medicine Cause I got so high, I think I hit a fan Now, I hit a fan like a real person Everybody know where the party at Hit my phone if you need directions Wack rappers can get to steppin' I kicked 'em out of my house like Pam, BAM! I don't know how we do this Suburban youth with the turn up music Party with us and they heard we lose it Heard the music and they love the movement What's the trick? Don't know what we're doing I love God, I get so into it So into it, my head explodes Combover with the hipster clothes The boys are fighting and they hit my nose And I tried to stop it, but I think they know us Somebody screaming, everybody froze The cops are coming Everybody go! Everybody go! [Hook] Till the cops shut the party down It's a pizza party, yo! It's a pizza party, yo! Till the cops shut the party down It's a pizza party, yo! It's a pizza party, yo! Till the cops shut the party down [Verse 2: F.E.R.N] Yeah, they looked to the Social Them boys who be constantly bringing that quality music They booked us on flights And they bring us to shows cause they know that we bringing that powerful movement Them misfits ridiculous, they know how we do it Turn up a whole generation with music It's always a mosh pit at all of our concerts And after that, IHOP, we're eating like mobsters (eating like mobsters) This is that proper, that music that makes sense to cop at the after Everyone else needs to stop, I'm sorry Not sorry, but we rock the hardest Independent, no co-sign my brother, we got this Lord on my side so it's family: adopted My dog on the block is still playing with choppers That blakka that clear up your block up like voila! I told 'em we party, no guns in the building Even no weapon, we came here to kill it Dig it, first pick cold ice frigid Live it, what I tell all ya'll listening? Live it, what I tell all ya'll listening? [Hook]