No Calls (Radio Edit)
You let a lame lame hit
I had to change my digits
She not the same same
We don't speak the same language
I met her at school, and I was the dude
I can't entertain that
And then we got cool, I looked like a fool
She went out and broke my spirit
I tried to ignore her but she kept on calling
I don't pick up no calls, its been getting old
My mama told me, gotta keep focused, just let it go
I'm in my zone, do what I'm supposed, stack up the dough
I get attached, she know how it get
I get a bag, she know how it's spend
All in the bed, she know how I rip
I come from class, I know how to tip
I let it go, but I never forget
She gotta know that she's fumbled a lick
Shawty, she bringing up old
Acting like she really knows me
She all on my gram, hitting my friends
All of my stories, in my DMs
Smoking on kush, fly like Aladdin
I been to shit, kick like Japan
Hop on a jet, sleep on the plane
And I got a new chick, she treat me way better
Woah, woah, woah, woah
You let a lame lame hit
I had to change my digits
She not the same same
We don't speak the same language
I met her at school, and I was the dude
I can't entertain that
And then we got cool, I looked like a fool
She went out and broke my spirit
I tried to ignore her but she kept on calling
I don't pick up no calls, its been getting old
My mama told me, gotta keep focused, just let it go
I'm in my zone, do what I'm supposed, stack up the dough
Woah, woah, woah, woah'
Hoping you don't really feel a way
You gon' hate me when you hear this tape
On the road, we just made a play, we getting paid, it's a better day
I put the hen in my lemonade, Realest, realest on your resume
You ain't never listen anyway, Bet on myself and I'm winning, yeah
See it that I'm coming up yea, she tryna keep touch
Really been living his life yea, she tryna keep up
And she gon' really try it, I been through enough
I'm really fed up, you can quit hitting me up
You let a lame lame hit
I had to change my digits
She not the same same
We don't speak the same language
I met her at school, and I was the dude
I can't entertain that
And then we got cool, I looked like a fool
She went out and broke my spirit
I tried to ignore her but she kept on calling
I don't pick up no calls, its been getting old
My mama told me, gotta keep focused, just let it go
I'm in my zone, do what I'm supposed, stack up the dough
I had to change my digits
She not the same same
We don't speak the same language
I met her at school, and I was the dude
I can't entertain that
And then we got cool, I looked like a fool
She went out and broke my spirit
I tried to ignore her but she kept on calling
I don't pick up no calls, its been getting old
My mama told me, gotta keep focused, just let it go
I'm in my zone, do what I'm supposed, stack up the dough
I get attached, she know how it get
I get a bag, she know how it's spend
All in the bed, she know how I rip
I come from class, I know how to tip
I let it go, but I never forget
She gotta know that she's fumbled a lick
Shawty, she bringing up old
Acting like she really knows me
She all on my gram, hitting my friends
All of my stories, in my DMs
Smoking on kush, fly like Aladdin
I been to shit, kick like Japan
Hop on a jet, sleep on the plane
And I got a new chick, she treat me way better
Woah, woah, woah, woah
You let a lame lame hit
I had to change my digits
She not the same same
We don't speak the same language
I met her at school, and I was the dude
I can't entertain that
And then we got cool, I looked like a fool
She went out and broke my spirit
I tried to ignore her but she kept on calling
I don't pick up no calls, its been getting old
My mama told me, gotta keep focused, just let it go
I'm in my zone, do what I'm supposed, stack up the dough
Woah, woah, woah, woah'
Hoping you don't really feel a way
You gon' hate me when you hear this tape
On the road, we just made a play, we getting paid, it's a better day
I put the hen in my lemonade, Realest, realest on your resume
You ain't never listen anyway, Bet on myself and I'm winning, yeah
See it that I'm coming up yea, she tryna keep touch
Really been living his life yea, she tryna keep up
And she gon' really try it, I been through enough
I'm really fed up, you can quit hitting me up
You let a lame lame hit
I had to change my digits
She not the same same
We don't speak the same language
I met her at school, and I was the dude
I can't entertain that
And then we got cool, I looked like a fool
She went out and broke my spirit
I tried to ignore her but she kept on calling
I don't pick up no calls, its been getting old
My mama told me, gotta keep focused, just let it go
I'm in my zone, do what I'm supposed, stack up the dough
Credits
Writer(s): Jairus Holt
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