calling Lyrics

Yea yea yea yea

Yea

Yea yea yea

That's word to my mother I'm gon get enough tryna get me a lot

Like shawty wassup I don't got time for you spinnin the block

You said you wanna eat like baby girl just keep it a bean

Heard that you got a piece run to the pound and go give it to Vz

I heard you outside for the summer

Shawty I'm telling ya mother

Line up the pound and I'm putting you under

Stone Cold in the booth yea a young nigga feeling like Stunna

I be with some cannons they all fall in line like a drummer

I'm gon take you out to the cookout

Shit I'll put you up on the grill

Baby I'm being forreal

Shawty too fire take you on a drill

Baby I'm being forreal

Shawty too fire I don't need a pill

She hittin like za imma put you in a seal

I ain't goin out like I'm Will

Lately I been in my bag it cost me a lot like a birkin

Mhmm my bag yea I just hope that it's worth it

Cause we just wanted some more

Niggas got tired

Niggas got tired of scrapin the bowl

Niggas got tired of scrapin the bowl

He added M with the O's

Z got the trap in a fold

She fell in love with the zoes

We ran it up with the woes

She fell in love wit the pole

She fell in love wit the pole we fell in love wit the birkin

Like what you ain't know

I don't need my pockets hurting

Yea yea yea