Call That
You don't know about me, but you talk about me
my nigga we call that a fan
That nigga that get to the bag any means on his own
ya we call that a man
I copped me a foreign the first time I got me a whip
I ain't pushin' no van
I feel like I live on the beach
feel the sun in the mornin' I'm gettin' a tan
I copped her a purse (Hol' up)
She put on the Birkin, I feel like the man
She turn around (Hol' up)
She shakin' the floor when she sit on the ground
Y-ves on the tag
you know it's exquisite when niggas ain't sayin it right
I'd tell you I'm rockin' that Yves
but these niggas would think I ain't sayin it right
Big dawg got YSL on me
You shop Abercrombie and work like a zombie
I step in the kitchen ain't turn on the fan
Big Fuaygo you know what I'm sayin'
Bitch I'm hot if you don't get it baby
I been hot since a jit, since a baby
Want a feature but don't wanna pay me
I don't even do those baby
I don't gotta cap
I run on the track with the real, niggas know that's facts
You don't got no gat
You say you do this and do that, niggas know that's cap
They know how I step, I'm good in the hood
on the road niggas know you a rat
Wassup in the back
I speak to head of the store, ain't no customer chat
(Heh, heh) We stay on attack
If shorty come round then I'm blowin' her back
(Heh) they say that we glow in a pack
So we ran a show in a pack
My back pack really don't fit on my back
Hang low so I call it my sack
Tonight imma get me a pack
Same morning I'm gettin' it back
You don't know about me, but you talk about me
my nigga we call that a fan
That nigga that get to the bag any means on his own
ya we call that a man
I copped me a foreign the first time I got me a whip
I ain't pushin' no van
I feel like I live on the beach
feel the sun in the mornin' I'm gettin' a tan
Hot, bitch, I need me fan
Let it drop, lil bitch I did it again
Dropped the bitch, i was feelin her friend
Let her wash my dick, then I'm makin amends (Euhh)
She on my dick with the crest on her chain, we fuckin in vain (Euhh)
Say in Jesus' name
"I pray you forgive me for sinnin' your name (Euhh)
Wrist on Zaza, when I'm outside know the block on lava (Euhh)
Wrist so mawga, clip so long, make the boy Mick Jagger (Euhh)
Real imposter, I got a feelin a price on my māthā (Euhh)
Yo soy tu papa
Yo Bomb el casa
Río a costa
(Heh, heh)
Check out my feets
To step in 11's means something to me
(Heh) Nah i ain't steppin' in cleats
but I stay in the field like hol' up, wait
Bitch say I'm nice on these beats (Heh)
She like how I walk and I talk on these beats
She think that my work is complete
but bitch it ain't over, just wettin' my feet (Heh)
You don't know about me, but you talk about me
my nigga we call that a fan
That nigga that get to the bag any means on his own
ya we call that a man
I copped me a foreign the first time I got me a whip
I ain't pushin' no van
I feel like I live on the beach
feel the sun in the mornin' I'm gettin' a tan
my nigga we call that a fan
That nigga that get to the bag any means on his own
ya we call that a man
I copped me a foreign the first time I got me a whip
I ain't pushin' no van
I feel like I live on the beach
feel the sun in the mornin' I'm gettin' a tan
I copped her a purse (Hol' up)
She put on the Birkin, I feel like the man
She turn around (Hol' up)
She shakin' the floor when she sit on the ground
Y-ves on the tag
you know it's exquisite when niggas ain't sayin it right
I'd tell you I'm rockin' that Yves
but these niggas would think I ain't sayin it right
Big dawg got YSL on me
You shop Abercrombie and work like a zombie
I step in the kitchen ain't turn on the fan
Big Fuaygo you know what I'm sayin'
Bitch I'm hot if you don't get it baby
I been hot since a jit, since a baby
Want a feature but don't wanna pay me
I don't even do those baby
I don't gotta cap
I run on the track with the real, niggas know that's facts
You don't got no gat
You say you do this and do that, niggas know that's cap
They know how I step, I'm good in the hood
on the road niggas know you a rat
Wassup in the back
I speak to head of the store, ain't no customer chat
(Heh, heh) We stay on attack
If shorty come round then I'm blowin' her back
(Heh) they say that we glow in a pack
So we ran a show in a pack
My back pack really don't fit on my back
Hang low so I call it my sack
Tonight imma get me a pack
Same morning I'm gettin' it back
You don't know about me, but you talk about me
my nigga we call that a fan
That nigga that get to the bag any means on his own
ya we call that a man
I copped me a foreign the first time I got me a whip
I ain't pushin' no van
I feel like I live on the beach
feel the sun in the mornin' I'm gettin' a tan
Hot, bitch, I need me fan
Let it drop, lil bitch I did it again
Dropped the bitch, i was feelin her friend
Let her wash my dick, then I'm makin amends (Euhh)
She on my dick with the crest on her chain, we fuckin in vain (Euhh)
Say in Jesus' name
"I pray you forgive me for sinnin' your name (Euhh)
Wrist on Zaza, when I'm outside know the block on lava (Euhh)
Wrist so mawga, clip so long, make the boy Mick Jagger (Euhh)
Real imposter, I got a feelin a price on my māthā (Euhh)
Yo soy tu papa
Yo Bomb el casa
Río a costa
(Heh, heh)
Check out my feets
To step in 11's means something to me
(Heh) Nah i ain't steppin' in cleats
but I stay in the field like hol' up, wait
Bitch say I'm nice on these beats (Heh)
She like how I walk and I talk on these beats
She think that my work is complete
but bitch it ain't over, just wettin' my feet (Heh)
You don't know about me, but you talk about me
my nigga we call that a fan
That nigga that get to the bag any means on his own
ya we call that a man
I copped me a foreign the first time I got me a whip
I ain't pushin' no van
I feel like I live on the beach
feel the sun in the mornin' I'm gettin' a tan
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Writer(s): Jaylen Baptiste, Jaylen Jno-baptiste
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