Call Log Lyrics

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh

Wallah, uh, hit the drop, I never fall off Uh-huh, swear this ain't your bitch, right in my call log

Uh, I just bought a whip straight off the car-lot

So when I pull up, I'ma back it to the park spot

Uh-huh, give a fuck if you in or not

I ain't turned on, if ain't no money, I get turned off

They hit lights Lil' Nigga, watch just how I burn off

Yeah, bitch, I'm the general, yeah, I'm the captain, Colonel

Bitch, I'm the general, yeah, I'm in charge of all the stepper

Might be your funeral, just fuck around and plan ahead it

I might hit the club, fuck around, turn up 11, 11

Yeah, V8 hella loud, I hit the motor it start reving reving

I don't fit in with these niggas, swear to God, no, I am not a peasant

Chapter in my life, yea best believe I had to change the segment

Raptors runnin' lights, TRX's fuckin' up the section

money just went through, I swear to God, bitch, I just love collecting

Always made a way, always made a way

I just spent the twenties, throw the hundreds in a safe

Yeah, cut my feelings off and, bitch, I had to turn the pape on

I might pop out trim, just tell your bitch she gotta stay calm

Wallah, uh, hit the top, I never fall offUh-huh, swear this ain't your bitch, right in my call log

Uh, I just bought a whip straight off the car-lot

So when I pull up, I'ma back it to the park spot

Uh-huh, give a fuck if you in or not

I ain't turned on, if ain't no money, I get turned off

They hit lights Lil' Nigga, watch just how I burn off

Yeah, bitch, I'm the general, yeah, I'm the captain, Colonel

Uh, I feel like Drake, yeah, this right here for all the dogs

Uh, I'm on some money, shit, I'm staking' for a better cause

Bitch, I feel like Queen Latifah, damn, near about to set it off

Blow a bag on Fanduel, fuck it, I'm about to bet it all

Uh, I don't want that bitch, yeah, she be fakin' all her motion

Kyng C smell so good, yeah, this a hundred by the potion

Yeah, if I hit the road, catch me somewhere by the ocean

Uh, don't you turn around, bitch, I just came for the deep throating

Uh, man, the love fake as hell, I can see, no, they can't tell

Kyng C on a paper trail, out the way, I'm livin' well

Grindin' on a fuckin' rail, pop out like some fuckin' shell

Don't hit my phone, you gotta mail, pay the fee, I'll take his zale

Wallah, uh, hit the top, I never fall offUh-huh, swear this ain't your bitch, right in my call log

Uh, I just bought a whip straight off the car-lot

So when I pull up, I'ma back it to the park spot

Uh-huh, I don't give a fuck if you in or not

I ain't turned on, if ain't no money, I get turned off

They hit lights Lil' Nigga, watch just how I burn off

Yeah, bitch, I'm the general, yeah, I'm the captain, Colonel