Jail Call ft. SoTrill Lyrics

This uh, heh

Some type of different type shit I don't even know what to call it

Hear it out tho

You have one minute remaining

You can hear me Teezy

That bitch always in the way, man

Come on bubby, talk to em

Bro told me run my money up, I did what Forrest did

I ran all around the world and went to war behind this shit

Man these niggas out here cappin this is real as it's gon get

She keep liking all my pictures finna stuff this hoe with dick

He keep actin like he gangster finna pull up with a stick

In the trap, tryna get my money right I feel like Mitch

I ain't shit

Quick to dog a bitch I feel like Michael Vick

Bro quit playin I just came to get that bag like Johnny Depp

Only time I say I love her when we fight or having sex

It's like bro done stuffed Pilates all the niggas he done stretched

Man I feel like baby Jesus all the bitches I done blessed

Imma show up every time I told him put me to the test

He keep sayin he gon crash out, stupid that's a wreck

All I speak is positivity let's run us up a check

Let's reconstruct the city that we from this a mess

Let's clean the dirty money and find reasons to invest

From the sandbox to the county eating bricks

My nigga neighborhood my other nigga throw the rakes

Pay the lawyer good have the DA drop the case

Bro got iPhones and I got bank accounts with chase

Like Boots and Dora did they want the swiper to go away

You have one minute remaining

Yoooo oooo ooo, Damnnn

It's okay bubby, let me pick it up from there

I would give all my money just to get you out of there

YNC we the turntest I don't know who could compare

When it comes to bubby case every night I'm sending prayers

I ain't never been a rapper just a trapper with some cheese

Like wham said I never paid to hit I paid that bitch to leave

If you get then you do if you don't I'm not trippin

I ain't never had to trick, I'm the trick, man just listen

It ain't shit to pull them racks out that's why I'm quick to dip

Name a nigga I ain't help or a bitch that I can't hit

It's been a GOOD YEAR but I'm really getting TIRE

I don't gotta be a Pilot still control all the Flyers

Droppin names dumb niggas you a rat and you told

You up and moved away and moved back man you bold

The amount don't matter if I need it I ask Bone

Really bout all my Paper but I'm never gon Fold

I'm in LA you would think this my home

Money comin in 5 different ways money long

Just landed with a dub had to count it used my thumbs

Bubby know if he need anything hit my phone

Free SoTrill man

I love you my brother

Imma be right there

Soon as they let you out

I'm gone

Shiiiit