The Call

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drumma Boy] I call the nigga on the phone He ain't even respond I hit the nigga on the text He ain't even respond So what the fuck I do next? Leave the nigga alone [?] respect Send a straight shot to the dome Wanna play around with my [?] [?] that bullshit, we don't condone Tryna interfear with my money Gon' take me out my zone Last time I kept shit shaking, [?] waiting Standing by my hard earned Disrespecting my patience Yeah I tried to keep it at 100 The cool nigga that I am [?] run from me [?] caught in a jam Thought it would've been fam Took me back to Memphis mentality Disclose you, expose you I could've sworn I told you [Chorus: Drumma Boy] I'm so serious 'bout my niggas I'm so serious 'bout my dawgs I'm so serious 'bout my money I'm so serious 'bout my all I'm so serious 'bout my bitches I'm so serious 'bout my hoes I'm so serious 'bout my digets Please don't push me, my [?] Niggas gon' post up, lerk out When I make the call Niggas gon' holla at you, might snatch you When I make the call Niggas [?] see through it When I make the call When I make the call Nigga, when I make the call [Verse 2: Young Dolph] You told me you fucked up I front you a pack, now you dodgin a nigga I see you in traffic, you say that you got me, you need to quit all that [?], nigga All of my niggas say it's on sight, when they see you, they robbing you, nigga They not taking your money, they taking your life You created these problems, nigga All of my niggas go getters Suffering from dope boy issues All of my niggas toat pistols Cross that line, then your family gon' miss you D-Boy Fresh, nigga, with the work, ain't gotta do shit, nigga, just give me the work In 24 hours, have his brains on the curbe While I'm in the bay, smoking granddaddy purp I'm so serious 'bout my team I'm so serious 'bout this cream Play with any one of them, showing up at your door stat with the infrared beam I'm so deadass serious about this motherfucking paper, it's ridiculous Yeah I'm with it, but don't blame me, just blame South Memphis [Chorus: Drumma Boy] I'm so serious 'bout my niggas I'm so serious 'bout my dawgs I'm so serious 'bout my money I'm so serious 'bout my all I'm so serious 'bout my bitches I'm so serious 'bout my hoes I'm so serious 'bout my digets Please don't push me, my [?] Niggas gon' post up, lerk out When I make the call Niggas gon' holla at you, might snatch you When I make the call Niggas [?] see through it When I make the call When I make the call Nigga, when I make the call