Dem Callin’ lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(Oh my God, Ramriddlz and Cash Carti)
Ooh, hahaha, what the f*ck is she talkin' about, n*gga? Haha
It's Cash Carti, n*gga, I spend bands on erry', haha, hahaha

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Damn my life the sh*t, uh, damn your life a b*tch, uh
Hope, that's not your b*tch, yeah, swear she be on di*k, yeah
She be with the sh*ts, yeah, they be with the sh*ts, yeah
All these hoes up in my trap, man, I just take a pic, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Ballin' like my middle name Spalding
She know I'm ballin', that's why all these hoes callin'
They just wanna f*ck me for my cash, f*ck me for my racks
Bend the b*tch back, she gon' give me that
I'm in Toronto f*ckin' b*tches I just met, aye
b*tches I just met, aye, we blowin' gas
Blowin' gas in Cali, bought my ho' some Bally
Only shrimp and salad, only 'bout that salad

[Chorus: Ramriddlz]
I don't know what you see in me
I'm too slumped off this lean and green
That's why I got b*tches callin'
That's why I got b*tches callin'
I don't know what you see in me
I'm too drunk off this Hennessy
That's why all them b*tches callin'
That's why I got your b*tch callin'
[Verse 2: Ramriddlz]
She callin' my phone
Give me FaceTime, no iPhone
Wrap around my python
f*ck me with the lights on, to my song
Rum-b-b-bum all night long
You be playin' games too much
See me, I don't say too much
Good weed and I'm satisfied
And them thighs and I’m satisfied
Call me like ring ring
Devil of a ting on my ding-ling
Rub on the thong-thong-thong
She love me long-long-long
Holy hell, babes just wanna Ramriddlz and chill
Give her holy wood in hell
Give her hell in the city of angels
Eating good, call me Uncle Phil
She catch a still, and now she catchin' feels
Poppin' pills for the way it feels
Beat the box up like ding ding ding
Then it's bye bye bye like NSYNC

[Chorus: Ramriddlz]
I don't know what you see in me
I'm too slumped off this lean and green
That's why I got b*tches callin'
That's why I got b*tches callin'
I don't know what you see in me
I'm too drunk off this Hennessy
That's why all them b*tches callin'
That's why all them b*tches callin'
[Verse 3: Ramriddlz]
Every time I pick a fit, she just take a pic
Every time I'm off the 5th I just di*k a b*tch
I'm in ATL, cuttin' peaches I just picked
Everyting halal so no pepperoni nips
I got a Guata-thotta-malan callin'
Guacamole, jalapeño body
She just wanna party with Riddlz and Carti
Said her name's Sally, say she from the Valley
We breakin' backs, break her back in Cali

[Chorus: Ramriddlz]
I don't know what you see in me
But I'm crushin' on that punani
That's why I got b*tches callin'
That's why I got b*tches callin'
I don't know what you see in me
But I'm crushin' on that punani
That's why all them b*tches callin'
That's why I got your b*tch callin'