where’s the confetti?

[Intro] Yo Call me, call me, call me Uh (Call me—me—me—) [Verse] Where the confetti? Niggas get shot, like the camera ready Like my shooters work at Polaroid Niggas got Grammy energy, I got source awards Sober thoughts drowning in this liquor I been sipping on Living on my last breath, Chopper still sing like it's Labrinth A lab rat? Please, I'm richer than Davenport Where's the holy grail, nigga? I fill it with seven pours Of that brown liquor, drink it 'til my speech's got a slur Man, I see the cracks through the mansion windows Narrow in and see they use their silver spoons for heroin Fuck rock throwing, I'm shooting outside your glass house Squeezing until a nigga fall and pass out Please, never took Xans, I took senzu beans Cold as ice, play tag with my Jesus piece Tell anxiety to suck my dick I went from panic attack to Patek Went from plan of attack to a tech, nigga I'm two-face Annie I can wish a nigga well then drop his girl panties I'm invincible Read the lines they on Kindle Got more bars than cell signals Heart ain't empty, it's sinful Resentful, 'cause most of y'all still hating, how? When your favourite looking up to me like a nosebleed Nigga, please, I was like you Took an L as employee, now I'm owner Diamonds colder than the flu season and pneumonia And the mic still bloody, nigga, this ain't toner When the game need heart, I'm a fucking donor I'm a lynx-eyed, ignorant, scared to die, hypocrite Samurai, villainous, danger like syphilis I know niggas built the pyramids I know shit ain't sweet but some licorice 'Cause if you think outside the box they might put you in a box Get down, they already throwing us rocks I'm the type to catch it, throw it back like a SremmLife record Came back like I resurrected The fact of the matter is, fuck all my nemeses And they distant relatives, not playing with you averages It's flattering, you think he fuck with jev.? Hmm, negative Fuck you girl right back to sleep like a sedative The crown on my cranium is decorative I been on your asses for five years consecutive The Benz all white like it's gentrified Know you sick inside when you see a nigga thrive, surprise! Nigga, I'ma roll down the window And start shooting everybody at the pity party I got targets on my back, y'all got V's on your back Ain't scared of you niggas, Bernie Mac [Bridge] Call me, call me, call me, call me Call me, call me—me—me— [Outro] Where the confetti? Niggas get shot, like the camera Where the confetti? Niggas get shot, like the camera ready Yessir (Call me, call me, call me, call me—me—me—) Call me, call me, call me, call me—me—me—