Callin

Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty callin
Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty callin
Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty callin
Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty calli-


Everyone is dead


Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty callin
Slappin G’s, bitch, you know that I’m ballin
[?] but bitch I’m never fallin
Cartiers, I wear these glasses often
Rockstar [?], I just got it, brand new
Ridin with them bricks and them sticks, pull up and serve you
Yo bitch house the next addy in the navi, what you finna do?
[?] really fire as a bitch and the lense is blue
Bussin off the pills in the crib, recordin in the stu
What the fuck a single line of lean, bro I’m pourin two
Got ‘em fat Balenciaga tracks [?], the fuck is Jimmy Choo?
N***a make me mad, I pull up with that fully, Ima let it loose
[?] on the chop so I could smack n***as down with this
.556 snatch a n***a soul from him, leave him powerless
I’m on that timing, snatch a n***a watch from him, leave him hourless
Damn, 60 round drum on the ARP
Damn, if you approach me out in public, better come in peace
Damn, I’m wearin 60 pairs of buffs, they like a band a piece
Damn, give a fuck about yo whip, man I’ll shoot up that lease