No Calls

Lynxmack - No Calls Lyrics

(INTRO)
We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time
(Eziah, call me when you get this)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(PRE-HOOK)
I’m in my city getting litty, tryna fly to Philly
All my niggas on a milly
Shawty's from coast to coast know the clique close
Know some niggas that’d ride for me
Don’t hit my celly, tryna get it (ahh)
Never hit me up if you ain’t with it, uh(ahh)
You tryna run down on the boys
Sweet talkin’, makin’ noise

(HOOK)
Don’t call my phone
Talkin’ on some nonsense
I don’t process it
Twitter fingers on go
I ain't never fold
Yeah I barely talk shit
I’m tryna get on the road to riches
Plus the bitches, just to give me sloppy
'Cause I know on the way to the top there's bitches tryna fuck me, so they pop it

(VERSE I)
If you ain’t with the business drop the phone
What’s the use in talkin’ to me all along
This is cigarettes, you don’t want the smoke
You got asthma, you don’t wanna choke
I’m no comedian, there’s no jokes
I’ve got a reason to be this cold
Came back 'cause I went ghost
In a better position than before (no, no, no)

Need a Lamb’ truck not a Range Rover
Or a Porsche coupe, case close (no, no, no)
Man I need some baguettes to shine my up shawty and she gon' rock em 'cause I paid for it (paid for it)
Man I cannot bend over backwards for niggas who barely rockin’ with me, oh no (ahh)
'Cause I been done wrong before
Can’t trust no one, no (ahh)

(PRE-HOOK)
I’m in my city getting litty, tryna fly to Philly
All my niggas on a milly (ahh)
Shawty's from coast to coast know the clique close
Know some niggas that’d ride for me (ahh)
Don’t hit my celly, tryna get it (ahh)
Never hit me up if you ain’t with it, uh (ahh)
You tryna run down on the boys
Sweet talkin’, makin’ noise (ahh)

(HOOK)
Don’t call my phone
Talkin’ on some nonsense
I don’t process it
Twitter fingers on go
I ain't never fold
Yeah I barely talk shit
I’m tryna get on the road to riches
Plus the bitches, just to give me sloppy
'Cause I know on the way to the top there's bitches tryna fuck me, so they pop it

(VERSE II)
Tryna pop shit, no smoke though (smoke)
Man I fuck on these hoes on the low-low (oh no)
Tryna cuff a chick, no cop shit
Took him out the picture yeah I cropped it
And some niggas be trippin’ when I show ‘em fees, 'cause they know I can’t work on no free shit (uh)
Man I put in a 100 degrees and no wonder why I’m always dropping that heat, shit

Your boyfriend in my dm’s 'cause he really wanna feature
Act like I don’t see him
'Cause that nigga on some opp shit
Man I was down with no options
I reached out, needed lookin’ out for
He was nowhere to be seen
Now I’m on the scene

(PRE-HOOK)
I’m in my city getting litty, tryna fly to Philly
All my niggas on a milly (ahh)
Shawty's from coast to coast know the clique close
Know some niggas that’d ride for me (ahh)
Don’t hit my celly, tryna get it (ahh)
Never hit me up if you ain’t with it, uh(ahh)
You tryna run down on the boys
Sweet talkin’, makin’ noise (ahh)

(HOOK)
Don’t call my phone
Talkin’ on some nonsense
I don’t process it
Twitter fingers on go
I ain't never fold
Yeah I barely talk shit
I’m tryna get on the road to riches
Plus the bitches, just to give me sloppy
'Cause I know on the way to the top there's bitches tryna fuck me, so they pop it