Don't Call My Phone

Thought I was letting up didn't cha' Nobody checking for you bro, nobody feeling ya
I'm feeling like I'm chilling but I'm kinda killing ya
So if I get to killing then I might really finish it [?] like a car in flames
Speeding down the 1-10 seat belt jammed Cruise by in my whip watch it all go down If she ask me why give a fuck now me [?]
You about to crash Right into the wall called your education Your last tip wasn't really cause for celebration
You last place thinking I'm about to let you speak up
I'm half vaped but I still cook at better plate With a hella feature from your girl
That's what better than what you could ever get in
Dawg I never need ya, don't act silly dawg I barely see you, don't act silly dawg I barely see you Don't call my phone, no more I ain't picking up I ain't picking up I ain't picking up I might make your baby mama my Velentine She give me love sweeter than Caroline
She say she know that she like to borrow bars
Talk about [?] Let you tell it, cause you had a falling out But you ain't nothing like what you talk about
Fuck around like you the one they talk about It's true that what they say about you is that you trash
I could take you out while I'm fully loaded But I better save this ammo for a better bogey
West Side drama so vicious someone blow a whistle
If I offend you bro, I promise that I really meant to
I put in work for the team [?] Stay crisp, stay clean, and keep the Caddy simple
White walls, trunk knocking and the lady driver
Take a hit off the sky Let it take me higher, let it take me higher Take a hit off the sky
Let it take me higher I keep aiming higher So don't call my phone, no more I ain't picking up I ain't picking up



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Writer(s): Jason Kevin Pounds, Darryl Farris
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