Wya?

Aye, yuh, yuh
I just called you on your-
Yeah, I just called you on your cellphone
I just called you on your cellphone, aye
Yuh, aye

I just called up on your cellphone, aye
I just checked up on your location, then I saw you wasn't home, aye
Now I'm runnin' out of breath just to make it home, aye
Now I'm runnin' out of breath just to-
I'm steady callin' to your cellphone askin', "Where you at?" Aye
Girl, you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
Pray, I hope you bring your cellphone, keep and play it fair, aye
Girl, you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back

Aye, okay, see, my life just an illusion
What we doin'? What's the motive?
I just spent too many goddamn bands in my pants
Can't control me, now you know me
Girl, I'm going somewhere that you never knowin', hold it slowly, aye, damn
I'm the man in my city, baby girl, yeah, you know me
Went from 30-people shows out the nationwide tourin'
Been like all around the globe, all these hoes say they adore me

But I had to bring it back, where's it at? Yeah, it's that
Yeah, I probably had to relapse off the flat
It was that, now I'm off it like no other
Motherfuck them if they hatin' on my squad
Damn, they broke, we flexin' hundreds
I just pulled up in that ghost, with the most
On that fuck shit, what's up, shit?
I'm all up in the function, what's up, shit?

Now you hit my line as if you mine, bitch, I'ma dead ya shit
Never could I love you like no other, never love a bitch
Never could I love you like no other, never love a bitch

I just called up on your cellphone, aye
I just checked up on your location, then I saw you wasn't home, aye
Now I'm runnin' out of breath just to make it home, aye
Now I'm runnin' out of breath just to-
I'm steady callin' to your cellphone askin', "Where you at?" Aye
Girl, you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
Pray, I hope you bring your cellphone, keep and play it fair, aye
Girl, you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back

Aye, girl, you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
I ain't rich, but I'm workin' on it, tryna get to that
Heard you want an athlete with a mansion, guess I'm wack
Shit, I'm sorry, I can't dribble, catch a ball, or swing a bat
Girl, I thought you was my baby, now I'm callin', where you at?
Haven't ate a thing lately, girl, I'm starvin', where you at?
Now you got me goin' crazy, I keep callin', where you at?
Stupid bitch, when I find you, I'm gon' up you with this gat

Matter fact, fuck it, I don't give a fuck anyway
I see that you're livin' happy, so I'm happy that you're straight
To be honest, bitch, I get it, you ain't love me anyway
Now I'm back at square one, my daddy told me, "Play it safe"
Bitch, you fake, now we barely even talk
You put my feelings in a vault, I'm comin' clean, baby girl
Just bein' honest, truthfully, I really tried my best
But you just packed your shit and left

Damn, why the fuck you break a pinky promise?
Should've done me right, you know where we could be at
But you did it to yourself and walked me over like a mat
Since you ain't been in the picture, shit, my pockets gettin' fat
So when you're doin' down bad, I swear that I ain't lookin' back
And that's a fact, aye

I just called up on your cellphone, aye
I just checked up on your location, then I saw you wasn't home, aye
Now I'm runnin' out of breath just to make it home, aye
Now I'm runnin' out of breath just to-
I'm steady callin' to your cellphone askin', "Where you at?" Aye
Girl, you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
Pray, I hope you bring your cellphone, keep and play it fair, aye
Girl, you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back



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Writer(s): Cian Patterson, Isaiah Rivera
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