Call Back ft. Messivhs Lyrics

Oh my, who they are they

What you know about the dream, boy

Fuck with me, you get a call back

What you know about the cream, boy

Perfect

Oh my, who they are they

What you know about the streets, boy

Fuck with me, you get a call back

What you know about the kings, boy

Yeah, shawty so thick

Up on my line, bitches wantin' some dick

Plug on the phone, we about to get lit

I just got paid, put the phone on my wrist

Got a bitch wet, so she sent me the addy

Been going all night and I just popped a Xanny

I don't give a fuck that these niggas can't stand me

They see me do good and these niggas can't stand it

Perfect

Ooh, yeah, I'm coming up on the grind

I gotta go get what's mine

Money got longer while you got declined

I'm with your hoe cause you made that bitch cry

Ooh, yeah, give her the bone

Shouldn't have left her alone

She give me talk, shawty so bad to the bone

Bad bitch, she be in the zone, yeah

Ayy, I just really need the call

I pull up with cannons, release all the dogs

At the top of my class like the season was fall

My god and my mama, I just need to call with the addy

Pull up in several blandy

Only bitches that is batty

Mama took a headshot, yeah, I rap and won't stop

Teach you how to get the guac with the semi

I got a nigga and we call him Giuseppe

That way beyond him got me feeling real heavy

I gotta get it and that's all of my family

I need the M's like I was stacking and blammy

Hit the bank and she like, ooh, bae, what's happening

I'm God, all of my niggas go hard

Stand up and give me applause

I'm photoflashy, what you know about me

I be working hard, money getting ashy

Little dirty bitch, but she keep it classy

Motherfuckers really acting like they gone past me

Oh my, who fucking my phone

Five, three times of hearing that tone

Fuck around my city, you gon' get blown

Oh my god, he is the one

Yeah, Akonkin better run

Competition, don't see none

All of my review, I see Blair

Out of my mind, I can't secure

Talk about business, what's the move

Talk about shit, you just assume

All of my people around the way

Making them sounds like A. Jose

They be dirty walking, not me

Mugging, I keep pressing you back down

I count to three, you try running

I take you down, that's Smackdown

My cup's full with that Donatello

Vision blurry, kinda high now

That girl wants a real one

Tell her come and meet a tap out

And that's live in the nine

Pill pushes are nine

Walking into that bitch

Tell him hand over that five

Got real homies on my side

That's real homies, no lie

I said real homies on my side

Who ain't afraid to die

Who ain't afraid to die

Let em