Callin

[Intro]
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 (-one is dead, -one is dead, -one is dead)

[Verse]
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-
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?
Nigga make me mad, I pull up with that fully, I'ma let it loose
[?] on the chop so I could smack niggas down with this
.556 snatch a nigga soul from him, leave him powerless
I’m on that timing, snatch a nigga 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
Give a fuck about yo whip, man I’ll shoot up that lease (I’ll shoot up that lease, I’ll shoot up that lease)