call 'em (BONUS) Lyrics

I love G-lock triggers

Heard he tryna slime, he ain't with us

Heard he got scared 'cause we moving with hittas

Take off the cap and replace it with figures (3AM)

We 'gone take off his chain, come and get it back

Invest in yourself, only way to get racks

I took this shit to the mothafuckin' max

I just came back, I just flew outta LAX

She all up on me, I told her relax

We tryna slide through the city with packs

When we tell him slide, we ain't giving a pass

Two hundred sit right on the digital dash

Keep rocking that old shit, I'm on to new shit

My team sat down, we just needed a blueprint

I threw to bro, after that I don't know who hit

AR-15 with a cool kit

AR-15 with two drums on the bottom

We make him dance when we spot 'em, and got 'em

We on the opps, we just caught 'em

I got too many hoes in my phone, I don't call 'em

I probably sit with my feet up

Too many spots like a cheetah

I got a scale on the table, no wonder that I'm a Libra

Yeah that bitch know imma leave her

I threw some bullets, they caught 'em, receiver

She call me baby, I never been Beiber

I pulled two racks out the case for a sneaker

That bitch with me not a citizen

We just be slidin', we hitting shit

These shots in the back, they unlimited

I'm by myself in this shit, ain't no synonym

I'm tryna hit it ain't romance

I'm droppin' music before I drop your chance

I'm up in Dolce Gabbana with yo hoe

She on her knees and she do it with no hands

She tryna fuck, I don't talk 'bout it

I'm in a Cat, it's a widebody

I need a bitch, sum like Bonnie

These niggas wanna be me, yeah they all copy

I got your bitch on my side when the summer start

We treatin' Raris like bumper cars

We got them Glocks going straight through a bodyguard

Ain't believe shit, till you show what the numbers are

We 'gone take off his chain, come and get it back

Invest in yourself, only way to get racks

I took this shit to the mothafuckin' max

I just came back, I just flew outta LAX

She all up on me, I told her relax

We tryna slide through the city with packs

When we tell him slide, we ain't giving a pass

Two hundred sit right on the digital dash

Keep rocking that old shit, I'm on to new shit

My team sat down, we just needed a blueprint

I threw to bro, after that I don't know who hit

AR-15 with a cool kit

AR-15 with two drums on the bottom

We make him dance when we spot 'em, and got 'em

We on the opps, we just caught 'em

I got too many hoes in my phone, I don't call 'em