Call Me Fedex ft. Young Breed Lyrics

Young

Tripple Cs nigga

Its the Pyrex Pusha

Home of the Dope Boys & Dicky Sets

From C C (Carol City) To Hialeah

Bang

Call me Fedex

Ama get a Pack and than is Gone

I'm a Terrorist

They say this Work can get you Blown

I can't Talk Right Now

I got Money Calling on the Phone

I Smell like Gwap

Like I got Money in my Cologne

Call me Fedex

Ama get a Pack and than is Gone

I'm a Terrorist

They say this Work can get you Blown

I can't Talk Right Now

I got Money Calling on the Phone

I Smell like Gwap

Like I got Money in my Cologne

I ain't in the NFL

But I got a Superbowl

That's the Reason why you see my Eyes

Looking Super Low

And I got it for the Low

That Sticky Icky you can Roll

But Ama about join Al-Qaeda

Niggas know I got that Blow

I'm a Terrorist

This shit would get you Blown

Boom

Cause even when I Whisper

I'm the Loudest in the Room

I'm Talking Really Loud

This shit is Louder than a Broom

I'm Talking Sticks thats be them Choppers

That would put you in a Tomb

I got Mollys

I got Xanax

And I even got them Vape Pens

White girl like Ice T with Coco

I am the Main Man

Pounds for the Two Stacks

Thank you Jesus Amen

I could lower the Ticket

But a nigga got to get Ten

No I cannot Talk Right Now

Ama Call the Money Back

Feeling like I'm back to School

The Way that I Move the Pack

Ama Go and get a Rack

Matter fact a Couple of Stacks

Started with that Blue Magic

Nigga you can Call me Shaq

Call me Fedex

Ama get a Pack and than is Gone

I'm a Terrorist

They say this Work can get you Blown

I can't Talk Right Now

I got Money Calling on the Phone

I Smell like Gwap

Like I got Money in my Cologne

Call me Fedex

Ama get a Pack and than is Gone

I'm a Terrorist

They say this Work can get you Blown

I can't Talk Right Now

I got Money Calling on the Phone

I Smell like Gwap

Like I got Money in my Cologne

Tyson I Need you to Send them thangs Pronto nigga

Tell Papi we Ready Young

I just took a Trip

With these Chickens and a Fries

It gets Lucrative

Catch me Sliding through my City

With this Limo Tints

Hard to Hate but you Can see

I'm getting Plenty of Chips

I like a Bitch I Grab her Ass

I ain't no Gentlemen

I put this G on Shorty

Hope that she don't Take Offense

Big Crib with All the Cameras

And the Metal Fence

I hit that Yacht

And Think Back when I used to Pedal Fish

That Water Dripping

I go Swimming in these VBS

How many Birds cause on my Word

I'm Counting every Blessing

It comes out Short

I get that Work

And then I Double Stretch it

I'm up to Bat them Bases-Loaded

Ama a Double Deck em

Fuck a nigga and his Hoe

Cause ama Double Check em

Call me Fedex

Ama get a Pack and than is Gone

I'm a Terrorist

They say this Work can get you Blown

I can't Talk Right Now

I got Money Calling on the Phone

I Smell like Gwap

Like I got Money in my Cologne

Call me Fedex

Ama get a Pack and than is Gone

I'm a Terrorist

They say this Work can get you Blown

I can't Talk Right Now

I got Money Calling on the Phone

I Smell like Gwap

Like I got Money in my Cologne