Call Back

Lyrics
[Chorus] Told that bitch, "When I hang up, don't call back" (Yeah) You know I hate when you act like a brat I took a trip just to pick up some racks (Yeah) I'm pourin' up codeine inside a Maybach He diss the gang, you know we get him whacked (Yeah) VVs in my chain look like an ice attack I want some brain, but this ho wanna chat (Yeah) He say that he street, but he just a street cat Double R, rude boy, you know I bleed that (Bleeding) On the Ave, bitch, you know that's where we at Goin' out sad, I could never be that M's in my future, I think I see that No Stephen Curry, but I'm ridin' with the 30 (Hey) My migo got kilos, he keep him some birdies (Brr) I get on codеine and I geek like I'm nerdy Put holеs in his shirt, turn that bitch to a jersey [Verse] I bought my ho Saint Laurent (YSL) In the Porsche, in the front is the trunk I gotta double my cup (Double) Backwood, I keep it stuffed crust Run it up, run it up, know that's a must (Run it up) Beat it up, beat it up, I'm in her guts (Beat it up) Gon' do the dash in that Bentley, it give me a rush A walkin' stain right now, I'm in a rush (I'm in a rush) Cartier watch, Cartier cuffs Fell asleep at the wheel, sippin' on Tuss' (Woah) No, I don't got no chill, I don't give a fuck Yeah, he talkin' beef, like a gymnast, ain't nothin' to pull up Pull out that chopper, I give him crew cut (Phew) Don't got my head on, no, I'm not screwed up, yeah [Chorus] Told that bitch, "When I hang up, don't call back" (Yeah) You know I hate when you act like a brat I took a trip just to pick up some racks (Yeah) I'm pourin' up codeine inside a Maybach He diss the gang, you know we get him whacked (Yeah) VVs in my chain look like an ice attack I want some brain, but this ho wanna chat (Yeah) He say that he street, but he just a street cat Double R, rude boy, you know I bleed that (Bleeding) On the Ave, bitch, you know that's where we at Goin' out sad, I could never be that M's in my future, I think I see that No Stephen Curry, but I'm ridin' with the 30 (Hey) My migo got kilos, he keep him some birdies (Brr) I get on codeine and I geek like I'm nerdy Put holes in his shirt, turn that bitch to a jersey
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Credits
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- ATL Smook