$top Calling My Phone

[Chorus]

Hol' up, stop calling my phone
I'm a young Rock star, man I'm feelin' like I'm Bones
I'm the fork in the road, I'm that chill when you cold
Niggas gettin' bold for what? Shit I don't even know
Like hol' up, stop callin' my phone
Slow it down, stop callin' my phone
Hol' up, stop callin' my phone bitch

[Verse 1]

I was in my bag way before it was a trend
I got hittas that'll spin yo block and get yo ass again
I ain't playin' wit these niggas bitch I don't need friends
Once you cross me my nigga don't try to make amends
South East baby, yeah they know that [South East]
Young shinin' star, feel like I'm Kodak [Kodak]
Baby a ten, yeah I'm on that [On that]
Learn to maintain, without romance
JRICH, How you so wavy without a durag?
Nigga stepped up and got sent to the gulag
Barely took a breath and then they say Im movin' too fast
Went out for one night and then I woke up to like two cats
Love never does it all I need is fuckin' blue bands [Bands]
Smile on my face when my mama get a new Benz [Benz]
Smoking that good got me loopy like that Toucan [Toucan]
All you niggas suck better come with a new plan [Plan]

[Chorus]

Hol' up, stop calling my phone
I'm a young Rock star, man I'm feelin' like I'm Bones
I'm the fork in the road, I'm that chill when you cold
Niggas gettin' bold for what? Shit I don't even know
Like hol' up, stop callin' my phone
Slow it down, stop callin' my phone
Hol' up, stop callin' my phone bitch

[Verse 2]

I got hella flows in my respiratory system [Bitch]
Gave em hella warnings but these niggas never listen [Bitch]
Underrated G.O.A.T. man I do fit the description
Yeah Im out of reach 'cus a nigga on a mission
Cookin' on the beat nigga flippin' in the kitchen [Kitchen]
Hittin' every note and I do it with precision [On point]
Yeah I'm mic'd up eating good up off these dishes [Dishes]
Females switching teams so I'm coo up off these bitches
[Off these bitches]
Gettin' Down, gettin' freaky on the track
Do it for my fuckin' self 'cus they ain't never had my back
[never had my back]
I ain't got no fuckin' time to talk I got an itch to scratch
Feelin' like I'm team rocket 'cus I'm really bouta blast, off
Bitch I'm done with the talkin'
Too many options, too many options
I'm about to kill you so I'll let you pick the coffin
I'm sick and diabolical Ill really get you nauseous

[Chorus]

Hol' up, stop calling my phone
I'm a young Rock star, man I'm feelin' like I'm Bones
I'm the fork in the road, I'm that chill when you cold
Niggas gettin' bold for what? Shit I don't even know
Like hol' up, stop callin' my phone
Slow it down, stop callin' my phone
Hol' up, stop callin' my phone bitch

Hol' up, stop calling my phone
I'm a young Rock star, man I'm feelin' like I'm Bones
I'm the fork in the road, I'm that chill when you cold
Niggas gettin' bold for what? Shit I don't even know
Like hol' up, stop callin' my phone
Slow it down, stop callin' my phone
Hol' up, stop callin' my phone bitch