[Intro]
Hey Phab, this your granny
Uh, you had called me and I was saying, "Hello, hello"
I was gonna hear you in the background but, uh, you weren't saying nothing
So granny calling you back, just wasted your time
I'm calling you, see what you want, baby
Alright, I love you so much
Alright, bye
[Verse 1]
Three, two, three, grabbed lil' mama out of Central
When the clouds get low, where you need to be is right here in my lap, it's all yours
'Til the morning, I'm yours, beg me for an encore
When I'm in the five-six-two, I'm dialing you to hit the attic with me
Got you lunch, it's how you tip me
Got you lunch, it's how you—
Take a trip to six-one-nine, La Jolla Cove
You slept, I drove
Fuck clothes, you won't need those
You been thuggin' on thе East Coast
Not a playlist, but it's more life
And we Ford tough, еxplore life
We in quarantine, ain't no tour life, XO, XO
I just threw you three bands, won't you catch those, catch those
Drippin' on your right and left lobe, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
I slid on you in a Range, all black (Range, all black)
I was local but you ain't call back (I was local)
Need it wet just like the rain fallin' (Make it rainfall)
Need it sloppy, she arrange all that
I slid on you in a Range, all black (Yeah)
I was local but you ain't call back (Yeah)
Need it wet just like the rain fallin' (Rain fallin')
Need it sloppy, she arrange all that
[Post-Chorus]
I'll go wherever you're reppin', yeah, wherever you're reppin'
I'll be here right where you left me
I'll go wherever you're reppin', wherever you're reppin', yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Shawty from the seven-two-seven
Love it 'cause you St. Pete reppin'
All about a bag, big steppin'
Loyalty deserves a big blessing
But your friends get jealous
Get plenty, bank account breed envy
In ATL laid up with a big booty housewife
[Refrain]
We in quarantine, ain't no tour life, XO, XO
I just threw you three bands, won't you catch those, catch those
Drippin' on your right and left lobe, uh, uh, uh
[Bridge]
Four-oh-four, four-nine-six, fifty-seven, eighty-three
Sometimes I feel like trappin'
I feel like trappin'
Four-oh-four, four-nine-six, fifty-seven, eighty-three
Sometimes I feel like trappin'
Like trappin'
[Chorus]
I slid on you in a Range, all black (Range, all black)
I was local but you ain't call back (I was local)
Need it wet just like the rain fallin' (Make it rainfall)
Need it sloppy, she arrange all that
I slid on you in a Range, all black (Yeah)
I was local but you ain't call back (Yeah)
Need it wet just like the rain fallin' (Rain fallin')
Need it sloppy, she arrange all, yeah
[Outro]
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Local was written by Phabo.
Local was produced by Louie Lastic.