(BOY)
I pick it up when they call me

I charge it all to my wrist x 4

Boy get the jigs
Finessing the bitch
Foreign my kicks
Wait

Rentals I race
Tuck in my lace
I can not trip
Wait

Curry my aim
I need the range
I'm in the paint
Wait

Im from the ends
I need my ends
Cannot pretend
Wait

Hop in my car
I'll take you far
I'm from the rhode
I'll let it go
N***as they hate it
Act like I made it
Bitches I dated
Know that I made them x 2
(INDICA)

I pick it up, when they call me
I hang it up, when they answer

Sorry I don't have no manner
Kick a bitch out, not romantic

Diamonds diamonds, on me dancing
In the hills all in the mansion

All these women want a answer
I fuck her best friend like right after

I charge it up to my wrist
I got the drugs in my fist

I way too drunk, off the shits
Finessing finessing I'm fit

We gone just fuck and that's it
She mixing & moving her hips

I'm way too drunk off the lique x 3

(BOY)
I pick it up when they call me

I charge it all to my wrist x 4