Streets Calling
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
It's BP bitch
Me and you not workin', I think it's time we call it
Ring, ring, ring, I can hear the streets callin
I don't wanna hear a sound, I'm tired of all the talkin
I'm finna show you that a nigga got options
Streets callin', nah, it's just him
Wanna work it out?
Bitch, you should've stayed in the gym
I don't want no contact, no, we can't be friends
Shit, dead to me hoe, put it in the coffin
Hold on, a block number calling my line
I pick up
You know who it is,
Honestly you got me fucked up
After all we done been through, you just gon' give up
Drop the location the crew finna slide in the black truck
And who that nigga all on your story?
I'm not the nigga to be played with, and honestly, you ain't Lori
Niggas callin' you daddy, I ain't takin' shit to Maury
Imma slide, turn the scene into scream it's gon' get gory
Hold on, this nigga threatenin' me
I done gassed you up too much, I'm finna put that nigga on E
He must've forgot that I'm big BP
And all that loud talkin, only gon' get him six deep, bitch
Me and you not workin', I think it's time we call it
Ring, ring, ring, I can hear the streets callin
I don't wanna hear a sound, I'm tired of all the talkin
I'm finna show you that a nigga got options
Streets callin', nah, it's just him
Wanna work it out?
Bitch, you should've stayed in the gym
I don't want no contact, no, we can't be friends
Shit, dead to me hoe, put it in the coffin
Okay, I'm fine, I'm sexy, I'm cool
Lose a nigga like me, you gotta be a damn fool
Nah, I don't wanna fix shit, fuck you and your damn tools
It's plenty fish in the sea, on my body a whole school
Okay, I'm headed back to the streets though
I was fuckin' with you heavy while your sex game weak hoe
Sneak dissin'?
I peeped though pull up with my niggas they animals
Man, this ain't Stitch and Lilo
Finna cut him out of my life like a cancer
Hold on, fuck a Virgo and a Cancer
You wanna cheat?
I'm finna get your friend the answer
He say, beat it till it's purple
He my lil' Fanta
Me and you not workin', I think it's time we call it
Ring, ring, ring, I can hear the streets callin
I don't wanna hear a sound, I'm tired of all the talkin
I'm finna show you that a nigga got options
Streets callin', nah, it's just him
Wanna work it out?
Bitch, you should've stayed in the gym
I don't want no contact, no, we can't be friends
Shit, dead to me hoe, put it in the coffin
It's BP bitch
Me and you not workin', I think it's time we call it
Ring, ring, ring, I can hear the streets callin
I don't wanna hear a sound, I'm tired of all the talkin
I'm finna show you that a nigga got options
Streets callin', nah, it's just him
Wanna work it out?
Bitch, you should've stayed in the gym
I don't want no contact, no, we can't be friends
Shit, dead to me hoe, put it in the coffin
Hold on, a block number calling my line
I pick up
You know who it is,
Honestly you got me fucked up
After all we done been through, you just gon' give up
Drop the location the crew finna slide in the black truck
And who that nigga all on your story?
I'm not the nigga to be played with, and honestly, you ain't Lori
Niggas callin' you daddy, I ain't takin' shit to Maury
Imma slide, turn the scene into scream it's gon' get gory
Hold on, this nigga threatenin' me
I done gassed you up too much, I'm finna put that nigga on E
He must've forgot that I'm big BP
And all that loud talkin, only gon' get him six deep, bitch
Me and you not workin', I think it's time we call it
Ring, ring, ring, I can hear the streets callin
I don't wanna hear a sound, I'm tired of all the talkin
I'm finna show you that a nigga got options
Streets callin', nah, it's just him
Wanna work it out?
Bitch, you should've stayed in the gym
I don't want no contact, no, we can't be friends
Shit, dead to me hoe, put it in the coffin
Okay, I'm fine, I'm sexy, I'm cool
Lose a nigga like me, you gotta be a damn fool
Nah, I don't wanna fix shit, fuck you and your damn tools
It's plenty fish in the sea, on my body a whole school
Okay, I'm headed back to the streets though
I was fuckin' with you heavy while your sex game weak hoe
Sneak dissin'?
I peeped though pull up with my niggas they animals
Man, this ain't Stitch and Lilo
Finna cut him out of my life like a cancer
Hold on, fuck a Virgo and a Cancer
You wanna cheat?
I'm finna get your friend the answer
He say, beat it till it's purple
He my lil' Fanta
Me and you not workin', I think it's time we call it
Ring, ring, ring, I can hear the streets callin
I don't wanna hear a sound, I'm tired of all the talkin
I'm finna show you that a nigga got options
Streets callin', nah, it's just him
Wanna work it out?
Bitch, you should've stayed in the gym
I don't want no contact, no, we can't be friends
Shit, dead to me hoe, put it in the coffin
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