Calling

[Verse 1 — Beat #1]
Fuck nigga rockin’ Supreme, that old ass drip
Nigga got a Gen 4, that’s a old ass clip
Go and tell that lil’ bitch that I walk wit’ a limp
I might shoot up the trap, ARP on my hip
Yeah, I got some damn dough then I went on a trip
Yeah, I got some damn bread then I went on a trip
Yeah, that bitch give me head then I motherfuckin’ dip
Yo, nigga, this real deal Tec’ what I sip
Yo, nigga, this real deal Tec’ what I sip
Yo, nigga, this real deal Tec’ what I sip

[Verse 2 — Beat #2]
Yo, I smoke green like Boston, yuh
Coupe had a brain then I lost it, yuh
Bad hoe wet like faucet, yuh
Margiela my motherfuckin’ closet, yuh
You gotta take some precautions, yuh
Fuck on wit’ all of that stallin’
Don’t want your number, I will not be calling, yuh
I feel like 30, I’m balling
Yeah, I’m a real nigga, shot calling, yuh
Hunnid grand, do it often
Yo—yo, I had put my heart up for an auction
Hell nah, I ain’t have no damn key but I’m locked in
Oh yeah, all these niggas be copy Kakashi
On God, I just pull my dick out and she mop me
Okay, all these niggas be copy Kakashi

[Verse 3 — Beat #1]
Yo, I get rich as a hobby
Niggas cap, they be talking bout they got you
Boy, I know that these niggas don’t got me
I come through and I motherfucking spot you
Boy, gon head say yo prayers, like God please
Nigga, I’ll kill myself before you pop me
Bitch ass nigga, take a flick, paparazzi
I was like 11 doing some oxy
Who tryna tell on they brothers? Like not me
Walk in that bitch with my clique and a shotty
Nigga, since when did you go up so Hollywood?
Yo, fuck on yo sister, I prolly—
Crying
That’s how you know that the molly good
I brought that motherfuckin’ fye to yo hood
Boy, don’t you even try lie to yo brothers

[Verse #4 - Beat #2]
Yo, boy, you the type to just lie on yo mama
I got rich and had to hide the commas
Fuck niggas talm’ bout “you buyin’ me sum?”
Bad ass bitch tryna ride me sum
Where is the X? Did you hide it?
Yeah, I’m in that motherfuckin’ whip and I’m flyin’
I’m off that motherfuckin’ pill and I’m dying
I’m on this motherfuckin’ beat, I ain’t trying
I want this motherfuckin’ beat, and I’m sliding
I’m feelin’ nauseous, OD on my kind
Niggas see me and they see dollar signs
You gon’ get pregnant from all of that ridin’
I’m sippin’ drank, yeah, I feel like Lil Shine
I’m in the pocket, I feel like Matt Ryan
I hit a lick in this bitch, I’m like yeah