Call Me lyrics

[Intro]
(Haha)

[Chorus]
I'm guaped up
Your n*gga never wanted no problem
And if a n*gga wonder, I shot him
It's up in a zip, like, goddamn, goddamn
Like culos, baby, we can go to Mars, like Bruno
Strong-ass AR like judo
Two phones, two phones, I got two phones
But, baby, don't touch my jewels though
That Number (N)ine, I'm so cool
Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those, yeah
E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah (We gon' shoot 'em)
Yeah, we gon' shoot 'em but who knows?

[Verse]
She want a Moncler Polo
It feel like I been doin' this sh*t though
I won't force it, baby, I'm so up (Yeah, baby, I'm so up)
New white diamonds in the store, oh
And we duckin' feds now, and these pus*y n*ggas try my life, they keep they head down
And all these smoochie hoes, they hit the bop, they hit the head bounce, I'm in UK with the roadmen
Beatin' up the backbone, yeah, you're such an as*h*le
Yeah, these big guns, man, this sh*t is not an act though
In the trap house, call it bando (Call it bando)
If she only hatin', eatin' di*k, she got a man though, I don't give a f*ck, just put your hands up
I'm the man who stands up, jump in the box, yeah, I got different plans, oh
He want smoke, we gon' give his ass cancer
I be with the apes, boy, you the Black Panther
Everybody want a damn tape, but I never, ever answer
Sippin' sexy red, Sexyy Red got me dancin'
b*tches in my bed, in my bed, take they pants off
Never get the case, 'cause the case bullets, catch those
Tie his family up and hold them pus*y n*ggas ransom
Yeah, with the apes, with the apes, we bananas
She gon' put it on the cam, on the cam like Benzino
Murder sh*t, gang callin' me three coin (Three coins)
It's just me and you, and Casamigo (Yeah)
Got my swag on, n*gga shoulda called me Lee, ho (Yeah, yeah)
All these trash-ass prod's sendin' beats should keep those (Please, ho)
I don't need your beats, 'cause I could beat those (Yeah, yeah)
On some ape sh*t, like we hanging off a tree, ho (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch done ate sh*t, 'cause he talkin' down on me, ho (Yeah, yeah)
I'm with Nate, b*tch, I'ma official like I'm three O's (Yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah, she eat di*k, new designer, ASICS
Bring her to the basics, I like cars and fast money
Baby girl, I'ma catch it if you throw that ass on me
Keep rushin' that cash, 'cause it's the one time and the only (One time and the only)
I don't feel like Tecca, and n*ggas know I got it on me
One hundred and one sticks on me, like I'm Zoey
One hundred and one b*tches on me, and they blowing
One hundred and one hits on me, and they know it (Woo)
One hundred and one bullets on me, I might blow it (Okay)
One hundred and one for this fit, I might show it (Ah-ah-ah)
One hundred and one dirty clips, I might show it (Yeah)
One hundred and one of these demons that sit up on my shoulder
n*gga be on my demons, we just like Zack and Cody
Hope I never run out of codeine, my cup like the ocean
Oh yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
[Chorus]
I'm guaped up
Your n*gga never wanted no problem
And if a n*gga wonder, I shot him
It's up in a zip, like, goddamn, goddamn
Like culos, baby, we can go to Mars, like Bruno
Strong-ass AR like judo
Two phones, two phones, I got two phones
But, baby, don't touch my jewels though
That Number (N)ine, I'm so cool
Okay, freak ass hoes, I'm gon' do those, yeah
E-I-O, I shoot those, yeah (We gon' shoot 'em)
Yeah, we gon' shoot 'em but who knows?

[Outro]
Bon Appétit, b*tch