Missed Calls Lyrics

I got two many missed calls

Phone blowin' up, numbers runnin' up

Get that bag and run it up

Bitch, I'm O.T., what you know about me

You don't even know enough, started with a O.Z

Next thing I know, I was four numbers up

A lot of niggas owe me, I've been runnin' a race

Y'all can't even keep up, I look like I grow weed

Y'all niggas smokin' that backyard, huh

Bitch, you niggas cotton soft

You niggas flexin' and fallin' off

Long Johnson, that I gave to your bitch with the red bottoms off the alcohol

I'm just wakin' up

Phone always ringin', feel like I ain't made enough

Thumbing through so many hunnids, this shit give me paper cuts

If it ain't bout no money, nigga, then you can't hit me up, uh

And fuck them corny bitches that's tryin' to hang with us

Broke bitch, you ain't got no bag, you a freeloader, you be lame as fuck

I always keep a bad, bitch, she be trained' to go, she be trained' to fuck

She be eatin' up all of my kids, I put these racks on her head

A lot of these niggas be snitchin' and talkin' to cops

Swear to God, y'all be fed, I ain't never posted up on these niggas' blocks

I be out gettin' bread

I don't never speak on shit that I ain't got

I just go get it instead, a lot of you niggas ain't smokin' on ZA

I, all of that shit, it be mid

I got too many missed calls

Phone blowin' up, numbers runnin' up

Get that bag and run it up

Bitch, I'm OT, what you know about me? You don't even know enough

Started with a OZ, next thing I know, I was four numbers up

A lot of niggas owe me, I been runnin' a race, y'all can't even keep up

I look like I grow weed, y'all niggas smokin' that backyard, huh

Bitch, you niggas cotton soft, you niggas flexin' and fallin' off

Long Johnson, that I gave it to your bitch with the red bottoms off the alcohol

I'ma reach some heights, but I will not fall

I be high as kites, smokin' ZA all night

I be in the car, swervin' left and right

I won't drop the ball, cause I feel like Mike

I'ma shoot my shot, I'ma score alright

I'ma hustle hard, I'ma be all night, I'ma be alright

Niggas be folding' on the people that made them, that shit ain't right

I'ma grind all night, I got a appetite

People tellin' me that I ain't livin' right

But I can show you more than you made in life

I'ma get a bag, and I'ma get it right

Ain't the only jewelry that I wear is white

Y'all be cappin' hard, y'all need to get a life

Y'all be hatin' hard, man, that shit ain't right

Y'all be Hatin hard man that shit aint right, go get you some mothafucking paper nigga

I was only motivated by the hustle

I was only motivated by the go-getters, the rest

Hey

All I know

Let's go get some motherfuckin' money

Aight

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Bitch