My Call (Pain Dior) lyrics

[Intro]
Put my rings on, yeah, my diamonds on
(Mingo haha)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, real n*gga sticking to the code (Ooh)
I bought Fendi, Prada, b*tch, hell nah I ain't goin' broke
Rich n*ggas on a private jet and a b*tch in the back doin' coke
If a n*gga get outta line, no disrespect, we cuttin' off his throat

[Chorus]
f*ck it, we up in the Hemi (Hemi)
f*ck it, I'm pullin' a [?] (f*ck it, I'm pullin' a [?])
I might just air out the scene with the semi (Yeah)
Got a fifty round in this hoe and that Drac' got a extended
I put Prada on, I'm fitted (Yeah)
Came in this b*tch with some shooters and we might f*ck up the whole city (f*ck up the whole city)

[Verse 2]
We off ecstasy, we got molly pills, lil' b*tch we get litty
Two tone lil' Rolly (Two tone lil' Rolly)
Ten racks no kizzy (Ten racks no kizzy)
I just LV'ed my wrist
I just LV'ed my b*tch
And I did it with no assist
Shopping sprees with your sister
I got the sticks out like Topgolf
If you playin' with me you get knocked off (Yeah)
I'd rather slide with the top off
Got a big bag, I'ma big dog
If the b*tch bad, I'ma show her off
I get happy as f*ck when that molly call
I can beef with no n*gga, he prolly soft
Shoot out the window, b*tch Microsoft
[Chorus]
f*ck it, we up in the Hemi (Hemi)
f*ck it, I'm pullin' a [?] (f*ck it, I'm pullin' a [?])
I might just air out the scene with the semi (Yeah)
Got a fifty round in this hoe and that Drac' got a extended
I put Prada on, I'm fitted (Yeah)
Came in this b*tch with some shooters and we might f*ck up the whole city (f*ck up the whole city)

[Verse 3]
n*gga tell me whats the point of clutching, you ain't shootin' sh*t (Mmhmm)
Tell me what's the point of cuffing, I already f*cked the b*tch (I'm tryna cuff her)
You know that lil' hoe'll get kicked out if she ain't suckin' di*k (You know)
You know that my brother gon' shoot for me, yeah type sh*t (Know that my brother)
I pour up some drank and I hop on the mic and I talk my sh*t (sh*t, yeah)
Got exotic drugs, got exotic hoes, got exotic whips (Got exotic whips)
Gimme fifty racks, a hunnid racks, I'ma make it flip (Make it flips)
If the b*tch don't act right, she get pink slipped (She get cut off)

[Outro]
Oh, she get cut off
I got a hunnid racks, b*tch I [?]
b*tch talking all that sh*t and then they fall off
I get you knocked off, thats my call, oh