Call My Phone
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Motorsport
She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a .50
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a .50
You try to kill me, then you comin' with me
They know my name when I ride through your city
So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy
I was down bad, but now I'm havin' plenty
I need a chopper, I don't need a semi
I count my blessings 'causе life will get tricky
Count bankroll, like "Lеt's go"
Shorty on me like "Oh no"
Swear I really don't have no soul
Look in my eyes and you know
You know, you know
Now you gon' pray that I fall
Sittin' on the bench while I ball
Say they love me when I'm gone
Got more bitches than you in your own fuckin' city
Coolin' with Drip and he totin' a .50
Might spin on your block, leave your ass dizzy, hold up
Yeah, my money was small, now it's big like some titties
Ever since I got rich all my friends actin' iffy
I might hit him with shots, he not gon' be tipsy
Electric Porsche, yes, I love the environment
In the store, if I like it I'm buyin' it
I fucked your whore, she was screamin' out high-pitched
Diamonds wet and they hittin' like lightnin'
She was saying that I hit it, she lyin'
Big racks, weigh more than a bison
Slap a nigga just for all of that typin'
She call my phone, but I had to decline it
She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
I'm in the spot with a .50
You try to kill me, then you comin' with me
Know my name all in your city
So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy
You know that I'm having plenty
I need a chopper, I don't need a semi
I know that life will get tricky
She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a .50
You try to kill me, then you comin' with me
They know my name when I ride through your city
So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy
I was down bad, but now I'm havin' plenty
I need a chopper, I don't need a semi
I count my blessings 'cause life will get tricky
Count bankroll, like "Let's go"
Shorty on me like "Oh no"
Swear I really don't have no soul
Look in my eyes and you know
You know, you know
Now you gon' pray that I fall
Sittin' on the bench while I ball
Say they love me when I'm gone
Up in the morning, I'm chasing a check 'til I'm blue
Tell me what you wanna do
I see them plottin', I know that they watchin' my moves
Gotta slide with a tool
Never had a dollar, now I got a lot of those
But really, I ain't gonna lose
If she always askin' me if I still love her, it's true
Baby, what I gotta prove?
Big Glock and it sound like a lion
Hundred shots, baby, I'm not Mike Tyson
Called my phone and she told me to dive in
Diamonds wet like they came from an island
Got a main bitch 'cause these bitches triflin'
Money long, got these motherfuckers cryin'
That's your bitch, but that hoe keep on eyein'
Been through so much, no, I'm not lyin'
Motorsport
She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a .50
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a .50
You try to kill me, then you comin' with me
They know my name when I ride through your city
So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy
I was down bad, but now I'm havin' plenty
I need a chopper, I don't need a semi
I count my blessings 'causе life will get tricky
Count bankroll, like "Lеt's go"
Shorty on me like "Oh no"
Swear I really don't have no soul
Look in my eyes and you know
You know, you know
Now you gon' pray that I fall
Sittin' on the bench while I ball
Say they love me when I'm gone
Got more bitches than you in your own fuckin' city
Coolin' with Drip and he totin' a .50
Might spin on your block, leave your ass dizzy, hold up
Yeah, my money was small, now it's big like some titties
Ever since I got rich all my friends actin' iffy
I might hit him with shots, he not gon' be tipsy
Electric Porsche, yes, I love the environment
In the store, if I like it I'm buyin' it
I fucked your whore, she was screamin' out high-pitched
Diamonds wet and they hittin' like lightnin'
She was saying that I hit it, she lyin'
Big racks, weigh more than a bison
Slap a nigga just for all of that typin'
She call my phone, but I had to decline it
She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
I'm in the spot with a .50
You try to kill me, then you comin' with me
Know my name all in your city
So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy
You know that I'm having plenty
I need a chopper, I don't need a semi
I know that life will get tricky
She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a .50
You try to kill me, then you comin' with me
They know my name when I ride through your city
So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy
I was down bad, but now I'm havin' plenty
I need a chopper, I don't need a semi
I count my blessings 'cause life will get tricky
Count bankroll, like "Let's go"
Shorty on me like "Oh no"
Swear I really don't have no soul
Look in my eyes and you know
You know, you know
Now you gon' pray that I fall
Sittin' on the bench while I ball
Say they love me when I'm gone
Up in the morning, I'm chasing a check 'til I'm blue
Tell me what you wanna do
I see them plottin', I know that they watchin' my moves
Gotta slide with a tool
Never had a dollar, now I got a lot of those
But really, I ain't gonna lose
If she always askin' me if I still love her, it's true
Baby, what I gotta prove?
Big Glock and it sound like a lion
Hundred shots, baby, I'm not Mike Tyson
Called my phone and she told me to dive in
Diamonds wet like they came from an island
Got a main bitch 'cause these bitches triflin'
Money long, got these motherfuckers cryin'
That's your bitch, but that hoe keep on eyein'
Been through so much, no, I'm not lyin'
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Writer(s): Ryland Kelly, Davis Wilson
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