Calling Collect

It feel like I'm calling collect
The hoes neva text me back
She only wanna smoke and smash
The bros neva pick up my tab

It feel like the universe ending sometimes but I'm moving fast
It feel like NYPD all on my ass cause I'm moving gas
It feel like I'm living more-so for the future than visiting past
My grandmama told me to pick up a passion and get off yo ass
Don't care for the drama, if I see the lights then I'm doing the dash

Two twin turbos, 90 in a work zone, Polo in 1st but we neva last
Two QPs for the price of a half
Got the price of a jag ina brown paper bag
We neva lag
Put a price on ya toe for the tag

I'm on Dyckman, smoking a dab
I'm wit a dyke bitch, drunk on the Ave
Pouring my good vibes up in the bad
I'm rolling my ego right up in this Black
In the casino, smoking on Cuomo
I neva politic over these packs
Here for a good time, long as it lasts

I'm in this bimmer ready to crash
One, Six, Zero right on the dash



Credits
Writer(s): Imani Luke
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