Call Me What You Want lyrics

[Intro]
(Honcho on that beat, word, say that)
Mm, Dee Mula

[Verse]
Call me what you want, bet you can't call me broke
Call me what you want, bet you can't call me poor
Before you call my phone about that b*tch, you better call the ho
I look like I sell dope, I look like I sell cars, all these foreigns in my yard
She look like a model, pus*y fat, must got her pad on
She know she a bad b*tch, can't f*ck with her, leave her alone
If you ain't gettin' no money, you can't get no pus*ycat
Hit the gas, get her pus*y wet like how I push the 'Cat
Why you talkin' out your top like Dee Mula won't push it back?
Reachin' for my chain, that's suicide, slam, wrestlin' match
Linkin' with the opps, that's cool, don't give a damn, pass it back
We turn n*ggas to some dope, look at they post and laugh at that
Want a rich n*gga, real risk taker, that's me, baby
I be in them streets, baby, fat boy gotta eat, baby
Put it down, scratch her coochie out
All these b*tches walkin' around like I'm at Lil Boosie house
And I can't help it that I'm bossed up
Got these n*ggas sick, I'm in they chest, I'm what they cough up
Fire-percent the tent, look like the narcs, I'm in this black truck
Movin' like the president, fresher than a peppermint, he clean like no evidence
Ayy, call me what you want, bet you can't call me broke
Call me what you want, bet you can't call me poor
In my hood, they spot, robbin' and sh*t, they must know Curtis Snow
Ran into an opp, he ain't do sh*t, I guess he let it go
He be with my old friends, them n*ggas probably let him know
Them n*ggas ain't opps, they really fans, probably at my show
Probably want a kid, Mula 'cause I done probably f*cked they ho
Prada on me head and toes, four pocket full, ain't come to play
f*ck her good, I beat her dormants down, make sure she come to stay
Them n*ggas ain't havin' motion, them n*ggas share bankrolls
Them n*ggas ain't used to sh*t, they fallin' out 'bout stank hoes
Cut my n*gga off just for some pus*y, that's a never (No)
Ho told me I'm a dog, kicked her out, b*tch, I'm the devil
I kill sh*t, I know they was comin, I wasn't there, I feel sh*t
How you got a boyfriend? Turn around and let me still hit
I'm that n*gga, in my hood, I'm the biggest if I don't get no bigger
Woulda kept that n*gga 'round if he ain't paint that picture
Last n*gga tried to take somethin', took shots, no liquor
Last time we hit they block, them n*ggas drop they pistol
If he ain't go with you to slide, then that is not your n*gga
He is not no gangster
Last time they dropped the lo', I pulled up on them blankin'
Make it count, we off the scope, that's why they block so stankin'
That's why they clique been shrankin'
And I know every n*gga 'round me shootin' they gun so anxious
We in these cars runnin' red lights
Slap that b*tch in sport, we see the feds lights
Might keep her around if her head right
In my hood, you see nothin' but medlights
Yellow tape and cones on the ground, that mean he dead, right? (Ha-ha)
[Outro]
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