Callin My Phone

Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Now I look back at the old me, I see why they wasn't with me Now I get straight to that money, now I get straight to them digits I be with real n****s only, all of my n****s bust fitteds They tried to put fear in my heart, but I knew that they wasn't with it These bitches keep coming my way, I don't know if I can trust you I put my heart in that wood, just cause it's some shit that I love Can't fuck with these n****s they fed, most of these n****s a dub All of my n****s they steppers, we put that boy on a rug Fuck putting him on a shirt, we put that boy on a rug I need to do the right thing, that's what they tell me above If we catch him in the street, you know that boy out of luck Yeah that chopper love to hit, I think it's falling in love Please don't ask me what you said, I'm tripping off of these drugs Please don't ask me what we did, I don't remember enough If a n***a want to hit, I'll put him on the list I put that dick in her throat, she swallow that shit like a brisk What's that shit on your back? That's that V lone In a coupe codeine dreaming, that's my theme song Rugers and them Glock 40's change his skin tone Told that bitch to leave, and I better not hear my phone