In Calls Only

[Intro]
(Yeah, baby)
(I fuck wit' you, for real)
(I love you like this Henny)
(Yeah, for real)
(Yeah)

[Verse 1]
God need you in the morning like Henny
White One's on, I ain't buyin' no Fendi
Fresh off the plane like, "Babe, come get me"
She like, "Neph, you too fly, where the hoes at?"
[?] fuck wit' you, how you ain't know that?
Fuck with lil mama like throwbacks
Gettin' head while I'm smokin' on a Newport
I'ma walk in that bitch like [?]
She fuck wit' me, want meet me mama
Her brother and ex don't want problems
Don't tell me to get 'em, I got 'em
Nigga talkin' when I coulda shot 'em
I came from the mud, for real
I fuck wit' you girl, you the one, for real
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, for real)
I [?] her back
She want me to choke her but I ain't kinky
Walk in, way more drip than Pinky
Thumb in the butt, rub the clit with my pinky
Hit from the back, she suckin' my fangers
She want go again, I can't blame her
Walk in that bitch, put her on her neck
She ain't got no smell, might give her the neck
Baby [?]
She want eat me up after I hit a lick
Auntie callin' while she eatin' the dick
We gon' go to Auntie house and fuck in her room
Three point five, I could rent Auntie room
She jump up on top and the whole body move
Throw a bitch in the trunk like Treyway Shotti do
I fuck wit' you girl, I ain't gon' lie to you
Yeah, hittin' it raw, we might have a baby
I sell crack, you can claim the baby on your taxes
I'ma [?] on the mattress
Penny pincher trap nigga, girl, I ain't havin' it
I'ma tell her every day, "Girl, you the baddest"
She wanted some kisses, hit her with the tongue
She like, "Neph, don't be likin' them bitches pitcures"
Girl, them bitches ain't did shit for a nigga
I fuck wit' lil mama, she fuck wit' L Money
I fuck wit' lil mama, she cool with Pap
She know I be trappin', movin' with Pap
She know L Money booted in the back
I fuck wit' lil mama, she know I rob niggas
Never had a job, sold crack to niggas
Shoes on my feet came from crack dealin'
Shirt on my back came from trap dealin'
Yeah

[Interlude]
See, baby, they don't know where the fuck I came from
She know I rob everybody, she know— you know what I'm sayin'?
She know most of my life niggas don't even trust me
She know I— you know what I'm sayin'?
She know I can't really call on too many people
I be tellin' her all I got is her 'cause I fucked a lotta—
I've lost a lotta good people in my life 'cause I prolly robbed 'em
You know what I'm sayin'? I prolly lost my temper, prolly—
Prolly beat 'em up, did some that they prolly that they don't–
They don't— they don't fuck wit' me no more
But they don't know I'm misunderstood, baby
It's not even like that, I came from the bottom
But I appreciate what I got now, I ain't tryna lose it
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, [?] my shoes, walk in with my Timbs
Hit from the back, make her [?]
I say "cuz" all the time but I ain't really Crip
My brother right there, he really really Crip
Pole on my lap, that's how real it can get
Can't go back and forth with that silly ass shit
Can't go back to jail, can't live in that shit, yeah
She like, "Neph, I fuck wit' ya," don't lie
Excuse my language, bitch, but why lie?
You don't fuck with me, bitch, bye-bye
[?] did good job, high five
I ain't lyin' down, watchin' sci-fi, lifetime
Walk in that bitch like Barry White
She wanna strip, we gettin' married tonight
Yeah