Call up

Fuck a bitch if she chatting shit
Splash got a big fat ah n it's loaded bitch
Ew I ont like guns
I'd rather drop suttin in your drink, get ya night spun
Now you looking like a right punk, my bad my bad, no foul, no harm done
Bree got the swish swish, make a bitch lean back, mek her legs do fish sticks
She ain't on shit shit, I'm just tryna vibes with my babes
And get lit lit, but niggas on my wish list
Nigga bout to get snapped off like a bishhcuit
Skinny ass twiglit, this is ariez babe best believe I get dey wig lit
And now because you started acting up, I gotta to finish it
Only when I pop shit off ya started listening

Bitches ain't ready for the call up NAH
They rather be a bitch than a baller YAH
I be callin shots dey couldn't call em NAH
I beg you do your job and take my order YAH
He might fall in love But I ain't falling NAH
I rather watch my money get taller YAH
Know I bring the heat no sauna NAH
Know I bring the heat go warn her

I ain't tryna be too violent
But I ont like Feds And I don't like sirens
Man try hide like my dad
Pull up and damp
Pull up and rasclart gang
Heard I got Fans
Heard ya man know who i am
Heard that they know who I am and I'm talk of the town
Paint the town red if I have to
Cut a nigga off like my ex, now he Sad too
Made a bit of money off food and I ain't talking about katsu
Tracksuit season up on us, if I wear my high heel shoes it's a bonus
Man get bonas, man start phone us
Man in my dms too brave about show us, hold up
They wanted suttin different suttin colder
So I had to go ahead drop suttin real from my folder

Bitches ain't ready for the call up NAH
They'd rather be a bitch than a baller YAH
I be callin shots dey couldn't call em NAH
I beg you do your job and take my Order YAH
He might fall in love But I ain't falling NAH
I'd rather watch my money get taller YAH
Know I bring the heat no sauna NAH



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Thomas, Morgan Balfore Murphy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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