I.G. Lyrics

Hey baby, say baby

I got the voicemail last night, my bad, my bad

Niggas just woke up, you feel meta body keep callin'

You know I called you too a couple days ago

You ain't even motherfuckin' answer on Crip Street

The fuck is you doin' Shit, who the fuck is you doin' cuz it ain't me!?

Syke I'm fucking with you baby

I know I know you probably at work or taking a nap right now

Yo name must be number cause your body keep callin' me

Got me in her close friends but we closer than that

I.G.

I guess it's smooth like that, ooh ooh like that

Stepped in her life now she got shooters where she at

She cool like that, ooh ooh like that

I guess you are the answer if I'm doin' the math I guess

Hypothetically speaking,

if your name was 9-1-1, can I call you for them reasons

Emergency Beep Beep I need my Necktrician

Urgently, carefully, give me head different

Callin' on me, said she butt dailed hmm

Girl, yo name must be number how I'm callin' on you

Close friends in real life, social media for who

Probably in the fridge or in the room

But we can do the couch for now

Fuck and get lit and move the house around

Hey baby, get your dog, he tryna bite me now

We must be high as heaven, how we end up on the ground

I can't call it but

Yo name must be number cause your body keep callin' me

Got me in her close friends but we closer than that

I.G.

I guess it's smooth like that, ooh ooh like that

Stepped in her life now she got shooters where she at

She cool like that, ooh ooh like that

I guess you are the answer if I'm doin' the math I guess