[Intro]
(What up B Real)
I don't call phones, I call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots
Yeah
First and last time speaking on this
Yeah

[Verse]
Boosie, been a dog
I'm lethal like that fentanyl
And anybody standin' up, they gon' fall (Shit, we 'bout spinnin' dawg)
General behind the wall, my blitz is never talked about
Fresh when I be steppin' out, and I'm solid as a fuckin' rock
And that ain't how I fuckin' rock, I'm stickin' to the code, youngin
If you felt that way, why you ain't call me on my phone number?
Bitch you know you wrong, clearin' all these n***as songs
Don't wan' clear a n***a song but fakin' like you a n***a dawg
That's that fake shit, don't speak on me no more
Lil' n***a, you know that I don't go for that
Let's keep it real, dawg, you was a ho for that
Baby mama playing them people, everybody wanna talk a lot
Tour dudes tryna lock me up, and they rappin' for this fuckin' cop
Damn, I don't give a damn, bitch, I'm countin' money, fuckin' bitches, ducking Uncle Sam
Callin' shots, it's the man, they were tryna slam us
Now we spinnin' on 'em, winnin' on 'em, throwin' money out the Lamb' truck
Bust all on that bitch face and told her she was sucking me
And I fucked her girlfriend, that city boy just up in me
Got billionaires hatin', I can't even post my product
Think I'm finna stop sayin' "Fuck Zuck!" Well n***a, good luck
See them n***as in the back, strapped? They got they hood up
I can call a shot right now in that back, and get you put up
Bitch, I’m hustling, gettin' the bag in, and I'm really tired of rappin'
Four million, one movie, I don't really need a backend
Bitch, I'm pressure, alcoholic pressure
Boosie boys on the freeway (after hour pressure)
We be outside
And I ain't never hit the top, my spot was always pushed away
No front covers on no magazine, but I'm still hot today
Huncho, who's fuckin' with a Huncho? (Huncho)
Certified stepper, with the mind of a Narco
So here before my Narco
My lil' n***as pop them car doors
For everybody out there callin' shots, off top, free Chapo
I don't back down, I'm a tiger (I'm a tiger, n***a)
Lotta stripes on me like a tiger (I strike a lighter)
[Chorus]
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) That's me callin' shots
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) That's me callin' shots
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah) That's me callin' shots

[Outro]
I don't call phones, I call shots
Here before the shot caller across the world
Every hood got a shot caller, n***a
You don't call phones, we call shots (Believe that)
I don't call phones, I call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots