24 Missed Calls

Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd] (Damn, Russ, go crazy) Let this bitch hit, huh, ayy (I like that, Anton) Psh, woo, psh [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Your bitch a stalker, huh Want me all to herself, ball hogger, huh Ayy, free them boys, keep the talkers Hit the road and he told, call him Frogger, psh Two-thousand for these joggers, huh Cartier buffs on, look like Arthur, huh Know that bitch ain't shit as soon as I departure Cheatin' on all my hoes, loyal to my barber, huh [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Too busy scorin' to keep coachin' y'all, huh That nigga a puny, I didn't notice dog, huh I just got some brain from this know-it-all, huh Boy, don't ask me nothin' 'cause I don't recall Just called a group meetin', told my hoes some laws Look, bitch, stop tellin' people that I go with y'all, psh Woke up in the morning, twenty-four missed calls, huh [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Where the closing credits? I'm showin' off I don't know, is it mе or lil' bro gettin' soft? Tryna slide right now, he tryna hold it off, psh Spinnin' in this strikеr like a bowling ball I'ma savage with that Drac', this for all my dogs RIP Lee, shit was all my fault, huh, RIP Red, shit was all my fault, huh I can't help but blame myself for everything Chest pumped out like they threw jerry beans Yeah, I'm your bitch, group chat, hot topic I know it's hoein' horn, niggas, but I'm not stoppin' Yeah, I just jump fly like a skydiver Louis overalls, I feel like a rock climber I'm chillin' with your bitch, gettin' top by her Think I'm fallin' for her neck like the rock bottom, huh Excuse me, sweetheart, do you see my sock by you? Huh, I'm bringin' out the hoes like a house fire, huh [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Too busy scorin' to keep coachin' y'all, huh That nigga a puny, I didn't notice dog, huh I just got some brain from this know-it-all, huh Boy, don't ask me nothin' 'cause I don't recall Just called a group meetin', told my hoes some laws Look, bitch, don't tell them people that I go with y'all, psh Woke up in the morning, twenty-four missed calls, huh [Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ] Your nigga a puny, he know he small (Yeah) Boy in the hood, tell his lil' ass dog to ball (Ball) All on my behalf, bitches pullin' up, I told 'em all (My behalf) Diamonds in the ave, I'm in Philly, finna throw it up (In the ave) No section in the club, seen you bar by you (Bar) Good top, say your number with a star by you (Star) Get fresh, takin' niggas hoes all I do (Feels great) Pull up with a lot of hoes, a lot of cash (A lot of hoes) All the way turned the fuck up, feel like Roscoe Dash (Roscoe) I'm the one that told the homies no, they would've got your ass Just sent twenty-four bitches to my voicemail Twenty-four hundred on this coat, it was on sale [Verse 4: Jeeezy] South Beach, where the hoes at? I feel like Odell (Yeah) Niggas know we ain't condonin' that, why you go tell? (Yeah) In New York, I just poured an eighth, feel like Sprewell (Spreeway) I'm ignorin' calls, bitches hit me on my email (My email) All these niggas soft, niggas worse than a female (These niggas hoes) When I pull up, she gon' suck it with a real passion (Real passion) Throwin' bullets that'll hit you in your bread basket (Bread basket) Got some fire-ass head, I for sure stamped it (I did) Call me twenty-four times and then get no answer