Callin lyrics

Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty callin
Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty callin
Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty callin
Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty calli-


Everyone is dead


Phone ringin, it’s prolly your bitty callin
Slappin G’s, b*tch, you know that I’m ballin
[?] but b*tch I’m never fallin
Cartiers, I wear these glasses often
Rockstar [?], I just got it, brand new
Ridin with them bricks and them sticks, pull up and serve you
Yo b*tch house the next addy in the navi, what you finna do?
[?] really fire as a b*tch and the lense is blue
Bussin off the pills in the crib, recordin in the stu
What the f*ck a single line of lean, bro I’m pourin two
Got ‘em fat Balenciaga tracks [?], the f*ck is Jimmy Choo?
n*gga make me mad, I pull up with that fully, Ima let it loose
[?] on the chop so I could smack n*ggas down with this
.556 snatch a n*gga soul from him, leave him powerless
I’m on that timing, snatch a n*gga watch from him, leave him hourless
Damn, 60 round drum on the ARP
Damn, if you approach me out in public, better come in peace
Damn, I’m wearin 60 pairs of buffs, they like a band a piece
Damn, give a f*ck about yo whip, man I’ll shoot up that lease