Call Back lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga
(His name's Pablo)

[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & RTB MB]
Man, I'm like Chris Tucker, n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with the smoke, dog
And matter fact, man, I'm a menace just like O-Dog
I'm in the crib with your b*tch throwin' Franklins like it's Snowfall
sh*t, we pull up with them sticks on the scene if my bro call
n*gga, I used to skip the whole school, ain't make it to the hall
sh*t, I was broke as hell, you wouldn't catch me in no mall
Man, I be tellin' hoes I love 'em, after I f*ck 'em, I don't call
Yeah, I would never call back

[Verse 1: RTB MB & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Type of n*gga f*ck your main b*tch and tell hеr fall back
Man, pull up on a n*gga, steal one of his homies, can't gеt your dog back
And what you call that? A victim
You better watch your main dogs, he double-cross you like he Christian
I'm from the South, but I got n*ggas throwin' five like Jameis Winston
Before rappin', I had hoes bringin' me money like I was pimpin'
Now I f*ck hoes that I ain't never saw in life, it's gettin' ridiculous
Did it again, couple thousand on the 'fit, ain't even take no pics

[Verse 2: RTB MB]
Slapped my b*tch, then I hit the gas, I told her she can't take no sh*ts
Purple in that baby bottle, told my niece she can't take no sips
All these blues on us, I overhead b*tches sayin', "They so Crip"
Told an opp mama I'ma pop her and her son over Ray ho sh*t
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I know my b*tch curious, she just went grocery shoppin', I'm finna raid her sh*t
n*ggas workin', get no money, that sh*t don't make no sense
I'm like a n*gga that's constipated, I don't take no sh*t
I be f*ckin' her 'til she cry, but she don't take the di*k

[Verse 4: RTB MB]
Last n*gga died, I advise you not to make no diss
n*gga, that's like suicide
We'll let them Rugers fly
f*ck your b*tch from two to five
Pull out them Dracs on the weekend, your whole crew'll die

[Verse 5: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
n*gga think I got the hoes 'cause he just caught me out with two of mine
I'm drivin' fast, my granny say this sh*t's like suicide
I'm finna meet up with the plug, I got my shoes untied
Man, house n*ggas really make me mad, I hate they guts
Like I was joggin' uphill, I ran it up
And she like, "When you comin' home?" I'm like, "Probably a couple months"
I'm really already at home, she just don't know it, I'm the one

[Verse 6: RTB MB]
They like, "What type of sticks you got?" It's asthma, probably a couple pumps
My n*ggas tryna air some n*ggas, probably make 'em jump
That switch hit his shoulder and his knee, it probably made him krump
That b*tch think she slick as hell, she puttin' molly in that punch
I called her last second for the neck, she don't choke up in that clutch
I said it's her and her friend, I made 'em double dutch
I feel like Mike Redd with them 22s if you ever owe me bucks
And TeeJaee caught an opp, he got to cheesin', so I called him Chuck
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & RTB MB]
Man, I'm like Chris Tucker, n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with the smoke, dog
And matter fact, man, I'm a menace just like O-Dog
I'm in the crib with your b*tch throwin' Franklins like it's Snowfall
sh*t, we pull up with them sticks on the scene if my bro call
n*gga, I used to skip the whole school, ain't make it to the hall
sh*t, I was broke as hell, you wouldn't catch me in no mall
Man, I be tellin' hoes I love 'em, after I f*ck 'em, I don't call
Yeah, I would never call back