Call My Phone

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 She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a .50
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
 She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
 Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a .50
 You try to kill me, then you comin' with me
 They know my name when I ride through your city
 So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy
 I was down bad, but now I'm havin' plenty
 I need a chopper, I don't need a semi
 I count my blessings 'causе life will get tricky
 Count bankroll, like "Lеt's go"
 Shorty on me like "Oh no"
 Swear I really don't have no soul
 Look in my eyes and you know
 You know, you know
 Now you gon' pray that I fall
 Sittin' on the bench while I ball
 Say they love me when I'm gone
 Got more bitches than you in your own fuckin' city
 Coolin' with Drip and he totin' a .50
 Might spin on your block, leave your ass dizzy, hold up
 Yeah, my money was small, now it's big like some titties
 Ever since I got rich all my friends actin' iffy
 I might hit him with shots, he not gon' be tipsy
 Electric Porsche, yes, I love the environment
 In the store, if I like it I'm buyin' it
 I fucked your whore, she was screamin' out high-pitched
 Diamonds wet and they hittin' like lightnin'
 She was saying that I hit it, she lyin'
 Big racks, weigh more than a bison
 Slap a nigga just for all of that typin'
 She call my phone, but I had to decline it
 She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
 I'm in the spot with a .50
 You try to kill me, then you comin' with me
 Know my name all in your city
 So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy
 You know that I'm having plenty
 I need a chopper, I don't need a semi
 I know that life will get tricky
 She call my phone and she tell me she miss me
 Walk out the spot and I'm totin' a .50
 You try to kill me, then you comin' with me
 They know my name when I ride through your city
 So many rackaids, this shit got me dizzy
 I was down bad, but now I'm havin' plenty
 I need a chopper, I don't need a semi
 I count my blessings 'cause life will get tricky
 Count bankroll, like "Let's go"
 Shorty on me like "Oh no"
 Swear I really don't have no soul
 Look in my eyes and you know
 You know, you know
 Now you gon' pray that I fall
 Sittin' on the bench while I ball
 Say they love me when I'm gone
 Up in the morning, I'm chasing a check 'til I'm blue
 Tell me what you wanna do
 I see them plottin', I know that they watchin' my moves
 Gotta slide with a tool
 Never had a dollar, now I got a lot of those
 But really, I ain't gonna lose
 If she always askin' me if I still love her, it's true
 Baby, what I gotta prove?
 Big Glock and it sound like a lion
 Hundred shots, baby, I'm not Mike Tyson
 Called my phone and she told me to dive in
 Diamonds wet like they came from an island
 Got a main bitch 'cause these bitches triflin'
 Money long, got these motherfuckers cryin'
 That's your bitch, but that hoe keep on eyein'
 Been through so much, no, I'm not lyin'