CALL N lyrics

[Intro]
(BL$$D)
(Call my n*gga Myles, man, that money go for miles)

[Chorus: Ken Car$on & International Jefe]
Yeah, huh, I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, b*tch, [?], huh, yeah
Young n*gga pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young n*ggas pull up, skrrt off with your b*tch too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, b*tch, this not Evisu, huh, yeah
f*ckin' on your ex, now she don't miss you (Yeah)
She was suckin' on my di*k, better make sure she don't kiss you (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: International Jefe]
I was just f*ckin' on your b*tch, I hope you don't think she special (Yeah, yeah)
I was just hittin' her from the back, treat her so disrespectful (Yeah)
f*ck on a b*tch for an hour, buy that b*tch Celine ('Line)
Too many racks bustin' out my motherf*ckin' jeans, yeah (Yeah)
I ain't gotta call nobody (Yeah, yeah)
n*gga got Xans and molly (Yeah, yeah)
The apes got straps in the party (Yeah, yeah)
Eight n*ggas got clapped in the party (Yeah, yeah)
Pop pills with a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Gave Percs to a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Ten Percs for a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Free Percs for the baddest lil barbie (Free f*ckin' Percs, b*tch)
[Chorus: Ken Car$on, International Jefe & Lil HE77]
Yeah (Yeah, huh), huh (Yeah)
I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, b*tch, [?], huh, yeah
Young n*gga pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young n*ggas pull up, skrrt off with your b*tch too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, b*tch, this not Evisu (Huh?), huh, yeah
f*ckin' on your ex, now she don't miss you (Oh damn)
She was suckin' on my di*k, better make sure she don't kiss you

[Verse 2: Lil HE77]
I don't gotta call nobody, baby (Nobody)
Run up the racks, it's my hobby, baby (Yeah)
Yeah, I'ma die lit like my name Carti, baby (Uh)
Keep a stick in the box like I'm Roddy, baby (Bow-bow)
Shoot a n*gga up like a visual
Countin' cheese, doin' math like an integral (Yeah)
b*tch, you loved me, I do what you didn't do
Now I beat it up good, she ain't missin' you
Me and Fritz in Icebox, I just got me a tennis
VVs on my teeth, I ain't go to the dentist
Now my neck ice-cold, I'm feelin' replenished
Big Rollie on my wrist, b*tch, that's expensive, yeah (Uh yeah)
Yeah, yeah
You can't afford it, uh
My car is imported, uh, yeah (Imported, yeah)
[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
Yeah, huh, I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, b*tch, [?], huh, yeah
Young n*gga pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young n*ggas pull up, skrrt off with your b*tch too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, b*tch, this not Evisu, huh, yeah
f*ckin' on your ex, now she don't miss you
She was suckin' on my di*k, better make sure she don't kiss you