Missed Call lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
(You stupid-ass lil' boy)
Ayy, stupid-ass lil' boy, huh
What up, Stan? What up, Reese?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (sh*ttyBoyz)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Rusty-ass boy need WD-40
Pockets fat as hell like I f*ck with E-40
Jumped in the deep end, never seen Dory
Laying with a cold b*tch drinking [?]
And the piece foreign, Visa from the Netherlands
This b*tch got the demon head but she heaven-sent
GOAT DNA, b*tch, you can't question it
Heavy-ass Triple S, I could press a brick

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Been a scammer since birth, I'm a shiesty f*ck
You bought ninety pieces and declined off ninety numbers
Man, yo b*tch? I'm most likely f*cking
Real sh*ttyBoy, me and gang, we ride with plungеrs
That mean we got sticks around
360 on a b*tch, I done spint hеr 'round
If it's up, bro'll make a opp hit the ground
She gon' go poof if you bring yo b*tch around
[Verse 3: Bankroll Reese]
I could make hits, take hits, or I could do both
I just got a chop, the clip longer than Manute Bol
Just had yo b*tch in her feelings, did her too bold
If it's really beef, I grab the heat like it's too cold
Ayy, now they finna say I came heat
I watched everybody 'round me change but I'm the same me
n*ggas tried to knock me off my pivot, I ain't changed feet
Old hoes get the dang face with the gang three

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Good punch turned my closet into Foot Locker
Ran the check the f*ck up, I'm a jugg doctor
Ran the check the f*ck up, I need a foot doctor
You ain't aiming for my head, you a foot popper

[Verse 5: StanWill]
SmackDown punch work, I came Scotty 2 Hotty
Big drip, boy, yo b*tch sick I came tsunami
Drifted on 'em out, turn a Scat to a Ducati
Caught him skywalking at the set and knock the Luke out him

[Verse 6: Bankroll Reese]
With the sh*ttyBoyz, cutting up like the Ninja Turtles
I be really dripping Off-White but my denim Purple
And my cup full of crushed ice but I'm sipping purple
They ain't feel the pressure last year, b*tch, I'm finna hurdle
[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Got kicked out of church 'cause I scammed my reverend
If I hit him with that, he gon' land in Heaven
Jay Ale's now, it used to be anorexic
Shout-out FedEx, I got Apple jacks for breakfast

[Verse 8: StanWill]
Wouldn't put a ring on a b*tch if she was Neptune
b*tch said she wasn't throwing neck so I left room
Louis checkers wrapped around my waist, making chess moves
Crack him up with the chop, I brought Mike Epps through

[Verse 9: Bankroll Reese]
Ayy, but ain't sh*t funny
You ain't throwing neck? b*tch, you ain't got sh*t for me
They like, "What's that hanging out that b*tch?", that's the clip, dummy
And I'm steady leaning off the juice like a sick mummy

[Verse 10: BabyTron]
Throw a jab? f*ck around and get yo ass killed
The gang speed cranked up, you can't pass this
I'm a Ksubi rocker, love how the pants fit
Jam di*k in yo b*tch then I jam chips

[Verse 11: StanWill]
If it's pape' on the floor, I'ma lay down
More slides OT than a playground
I'll bust him if I catch him on a greyhound
We on ten with him if we catch him up on 8 Mile
[Verse 12: Bankroll Reese]
n*ggas tapping in for the sauce, this sh*t A1
I could pass it off or shoot the pill like I'm Trae Young
Never folded sh*t, tatted on me since day one
b*tch called my phone talking crazy, had to hang up