Missed Calls lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, suck my di*k

[Chorus]
She be bugging, she calling my phone
I be tellin' her, "Just leave me alone"
He move wrong and I'm clutching my chrome
And that´s word to my mother he won't make it home
And I want to cry all night
Free bro, he call me through Skype
When I spark, he gonna see the light, like
She a freak, tryna f*ck all night, like
Yeah she buggin', keep calling my phone
Watch ya mouth, don´t raise ya tone
Off a perc, I get in my zone
Free bro, he call from the phone
On bro, I'm a cold-hearted demon
Shе a thot, she sucking the semеn
Get the bag and I cash out at Niemans
Remember days a n*gga was dreaming

[Verse]
Love my n*ggas who love me for real
In the field, I'm clutching my steel
Cause I know for a fact it get real
Call Von, he down for the drill, grrah
Friday night, what we doing today?
Step on the gas, I think that´s the Jakes
It ain't my birthday but I'm getting this cake, grrah
Come pick you up in a hurry, like
And this clip hold 30, like
None of my n*ggas be dirty, like
For a fact, we numbing ya jersey, like (Grrah)
How me times you gonna call me?, like
Yeah, you getting naughty, like
I think this the right b*tch for me, like
Yeah, she get me horny, like
I got locked with the choppa as a shorty
On bro I ain't telling no stories
You get smacked trying to play like you tough
Growing up, it was kind of rough
f*ck love, I don´t got no trust
Get the bag, you know that's a must
Send a shot, make him duck, no limbo
With this G-lock, hang out the window, grrah
She be calling she just wanna f*ck
Don't run, don't run, you know I'ma up
b*tch, I'm a big dog, you is a pup
She suck to my di*k so she is a sl*t
Free bro, did his thing for the set
And no, I don't care what you rep
If you jacking my O then you better step
If you don't move correct you get hit in ya neck, grrah
In the booth, I be talking them facts
Keep a strap, how the f*ck could I lack?
Smoking on— shh, he got turned to a pack
Now I walk up in Saks and I drop me some racks
No love, b*tches and n*ggas is fake
GDK, I'm still dropping them rakes
Lil' n*gga, just give me some space
Yo Ace, make 'em pick up the pace
[Chorus]
She be bugging, she calling my phone
I be tellin' her, "Just leave me alone"
He move wrong and I'm clutching my chrome
And that´s word to my mother he won't make it home
And I want to cry all night
Free bro, he call me through Skype
When I spark, he gonna see the light, like
She a freak, tryna f*ck all night, like
Yeah she buggin', keep calling my phone
Watch ya mouth, don´t raise ya tone
Off a perc I get in my zone
Free bro, he call from the phone
On bro, I'm a cold-hearted demon
She a thot, she sucking the semen
Get the bag and I cash out at Niemans
Remember days a n*gga was dreaming