Calling Lyrics

Long live Eliud, long live Mark, long live Sosa, long live Zion

P4K shit, 90's baby shit

Ayy, ayy, ayy

The junkies, they callin' my phone

These basers won't leave me alone

They know I get it in and get it gone

They know we used to trap right out they home

Slangin' that rock like I'm Patrick Mahomes

I got a four nickel an it's chrome

I do whatever when I drink Patron

This ain't Baretta, that's here at your dome

Brand new Glock 10, let's get it on

An she be callin' me at the salon

Bitch you still callin' ho, what do you want

I know they callin' me while they at home

Yo ho be callin' me daddy at home

Baby, just call me when you get alone

I need some work, then I'm callin' the plug

If ion like the price, then I'm robbin' the plug

And they still playin' Ace Swift in the club

Never got canceled, bitch, that is a dub

Matter of fact, DJ gon' turn this shit up

I got Don Julio, what's in your cup

I'm in the studio drunk as a fuck

You play then you lay, we can light this shit up

Ever since middle school, you was a duck

I seen a hundred thousand, it wasn't luck

I feel like Carl in the movie, Up

Just call me Russell, cause I'm goin' up

Whenever you call me, I'm liftin' you up

They know to call me, cause I keep it real

Labels still callin' me, talkin' bout a deal

Yo bitch be callin' me all in her feels

Bm still callin' me, talkin' bout her bills

My partner dem still be out here, selling pills

And I'm still ridin' round' here with that steel

R.I.P. Zion, he died with that steel

When I lost the Eliud, I knew it was real

R.I.P. Mark, I don't know how to feel

Heard about Sosa and popped me a pill

The shit about Joey, it still give me chills

Speak on them boys, an you probably get killed

I'm wishin' that y'all was callin' me for real

Ayy, ayy, the junkies, they callin' my phone

These basers won't leave me alone

They know I get it in and get it gone

They know we used to trap right out they home

Slangin' that rock like I'm Patrick Mahomes

I got a four nickel an it's chrome

I do whatever when I drink Patron

This ain't Baretta, that's here at your dome

Brand new Glock 10, let's get it on

An she be callin' me at the salon

Bitch you still callin' ho, what do you want

I know they callin' me while they at home

Your hoe be callin' me daddy at home

Baby, just call me when you get alone

Baby, just call me when you get some time

I got a 40 and a 45

Doing 140 in a 85

I got a Ten Millie and a nine

You know I'm strapped up all the time

Bitch I got locked up for that fye

They put me in a box like a mime

They was like Damn, Groff lost his mind

Thinkin' about grandpops all the time

I'm headed to the top, ima climb

You ain't gon' never ball, you don't try

I felt like Melo Ball in his prime

I had to tell them all to quit cryin

We the ones went and slid every time

I knew you cried when your partner died

Neighbors say it's too much gun fire

We the ones really made mamas cry

They say you sweet and I wonder why

Probably cause you ain't do shit when your dawg died

Pussy ass jit

Fuck you talkin' bout

Lame ass jit

P4K shit

90's baby shit

What's up

Shout out to all my day ones

Long live Eliud

Long live Mark

And yo bitch still

And to baby mama still

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Fuck you talkin' bout