Call Me

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    (Haha)

    I'm guaped up
    Your nigga never wanted no problem
    And if a nigga wonder, I shot him
    It's up in a zip, like, goddamn, goddamn
    Like culos, baby, we can go to Mars, like Bruno
    Strong-ass AR like judo
    Two phones, two phones, I got two phones
    But, baby, don't touch my jewels though
    That Number (n) ine, I'm so cool
    Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those, yeah
    E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah (we gon' shoot 'em)
    Yeah, we gon' shoot 'em but who knows?

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    She want a Moncler Polo
    It feel like I been doin' this shit though
    I won't force it, baby, I'm so up (yeah, baby, I'm so up)
    New white diamonds in the store, oh
    And we duckin' feds now, and these pussy niggas try my life, they keep they head down
    And all these smoochie hoes, they hit the bop, they hit the head bounce, I'm in UK with the roadmen
    Beatin' up the backbone, yeah, you're such an asshole
    Yeah, these big guns, man, this shit is not an act though
    In the trap house, call it bando (call it bando)
    And she over here eatin' dick, she got a man though, I don't give a fuck, just put your hands up
    I'm the man who stands up, jump in the box, yeah, I got different plans, oh
    He want smoke, we gon' give his ass cancer
    I be with the apes, boy, you the Black Panther
    Everybody want a damn tape, but I never, ever answer
    Sippin' sexy red, Sexyy Red got me dancin'
    Bitches in my bed, in my bed, take they pants off
    Never get the case, 'cause the case bullets, catch those
    Tie his family up and hold them pussy niggas ransom
    Yeah, with the apes, with the apes, we bananas
    She gon' put it on the cam, on the cam like Benzino
    Murder shit, gang callin' me three coin (three coins)
    It's just me and you, and Casamigo (yeah)
    Got my swag on, nigga shoulda called me Lee, ho (yeah, yeah)
    All these trash-ass prod's sendin' beats should keep those (please, ho)
    I don't need your beats, 'cause I could beat those (yeah, yeah)
    On some ape shit, like we hanging off a tree, ho (yeah, yeah)
    Bitch done ate shit, 'cause he talkin' down on me, ho (yeah, yeah)
    I'm with Nate, bitch, I'ma official like I'm three O's (yeah, yeah)
    Oh, yeah, she eat dick, new designer, ASICS
    Bring her to the basics, I like cars and fast money
    Baby girl, I'ma catch it if you throw that ass on me
    Keep rushin' that cash, 'cause it's the one time and the only (one time and the only)
    I don't feel like Tecca, and niggas know I got it on me
    One hundred and one sticks on me, like I'm Zoey
    One hundred and one bitches on me, and they blowing
    One hundred and one hits on me, and they know it (woo)
    One hundred and one bullets on me, I might blow it (okay)
    One hundred and one for this fit, I might show it (ah-ah-ah)
    One hundred and one dirty clips, I might show it (yeah)
    One hundred and one of these demons that sit up on my shoulder
    Nigga be on my demons, we just like Zack and Cody
    Hope I never run out of codeine, my cup like the ocean
    Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

    I'm guaped up
    Your nigga never wanted no problem
    And if a nigga wonder, I shot him
    It's up in a zip, like, goddamn, goddamn
    Like culos, baby, we can go to Mars, like Bruno
    Strong-ass AR like judo
    Two phones, two phones, I got two phones
    But, baby, don't touch my jewels though
    That Number (n) ine, I'm so cool
    Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those, yeah
    E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah (we gon' shoot 'em)
    Yeah, we gon' shoot 'em but who knows?

    Bon Appétit, bitch

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