CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Call On You
RJ always tripping, man
RJ always tripping, man
You wasn't there when I called on you, huh
So now I gotta ball on you
Nike tech full of sh*t, watch me jog on you
The bag in the air, gotta do the Moss on you
Ran off with the bag, now the Hawks on you
Told my side b*t*h like, "My b*t*h'll put the paws on you"
Gang full of hellhounds, put my dawgs on you
Givenchy tee, euro step, finna sauce on you
Off the Runtz, feel like Darth Vader
You better tuck the white hoes before Art take 'em
Seen dawg at the function, had his heart racing
If I see the opps, like my hair, I'll start banging
Threesome with two dimes, yeah, I'm big turnt
Let me find out you smoke tails till yo lips burnt
Ran it up hard as f**k, th?y need to switch turfs
God, forgive me, all them fraud trips, I skip church
This a hundr?d rounder, who this b*t*h gon' hit first?
28 Amiri stuffed with salad, now my hips hurt
Slam dunking yo freak, this a big vert
You see that chip reader? Take a card and insert
I don't serve fiends, b*t*h, I'm eating off of Apple bricks
You need a big-a** hat, Colin Kaepernick
I think yo b*t*h wanna f**k 'cause I'm talented
I think Stan got a aimbot, that boy accurate
Punch God, yes, yes, I'm immaculate
Lil' b*t*h playing with my balls like she practicing
When it's beef, you duck, on some Daffy sh*t
I had the Glock chokeslam you, I ain't grappling
In outer space, got a deuce in my moon mist
Dusty-a** boy, threw his a** a broomstick
Ran through six toothpicks in Ruth Chris
Turn a blue strip to a, I got the blueprint
Chilly moe, I got every tech known to man
I done seen it all, I ain't never have an open hand
Oh, you wanna fight? Come on, throw 'em then
Nah, for real, use yo head 'fore we blow it in
Big-a** Guccis got me tripping like I'm RJ
I turn nothing into something, feeling like I'm Scarface
The whole gang rocking BAPE, b*t*h, this the shark way
"What the f**k do you do?", b*t*h, I do card play
You wasn't there when I called on you, huh
So now I gotta ball on you
Nike tech full of sh*t, watch me jog on you
The bag in the air, gotta do the Moss on you
Ran off with the bag, now the Hawks on you
Told my side b*t*h like, "My b*t*h'll put the paws on you"
Gang full of hellhounds, put my dawgs on you
Givenchy tee, euro step, finna sauce on you
She like, "Who that white boy? He fresh as dog sh*t"
I know she lost her nugget when I pulled out dog sh*t
Looking like a treasure map, on some Off sh*t
Teacher asked what I do, I said talk sh*t
Hit her with a spin move, I'm the Blender Man
If you got hoes, get the f**k off of Tinder then
Stan pull up in that black tech, look like Slender Man
Yo main b*t*h calls me for d**k, you the Pencil Man
Looking in the mirror, hi, Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-F**k
She can get two good minutes, she can't get a nut
I'm charged up, you slowed down like some Indica
Route hotter than Afghanistan, had to switch it up
Ayy
Dumba**
Ayy, had to switch it up
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Sh*ttyBoyz
You wasn't there when I called on you, huh
So now I gotta ball on you
Nike tech full of sh*t, watch me jog on you
The bag in the air, gotta do the Moss on you
Ran off with the bag, now the Hawks on you
Told my side b*t*h like, "My b*t*h'll put the paws on you"
Gang full of hellhounds, put my dawgs on you
Givenchy tee, euro step, finna sauce on you
Ayy, yeah, we in that one bag
RJ always tripping, man
You wasn't there when I called on you, huh
So now I gotta ball on you
Nike tech full of sh*t, watch me jog on you
The bag in the air, gotta do the Moss on you
Ran off with the bag, now the Hawks on you
Told my side b*t*h like, "My b*t*h'll put the paws on you"
Gang full of hellhounds, put my dawgs on you
Givenchy tee, euro step, finna sauce on you
Off the Runtz, feel like Darth Vader
You better tuck the white hoes before Art take 'em
Seen dawg at the function, had his heart racing
If I see the opps, like my hair, I'll start banging
Threesome with two dimes, yeah, I'm big turnt
Let me find out you smoke tails till yo lips burnt
Ran it up hard as f**k, th?y need to switch turfs
God, forgive me, all them fraud trips, I skip church
This a hundr?d rounder, who this b*t*h gon' hit first?
28 Amiri stuffed with salad, now my hips hurt
Slam dunking yo freak, this a big vert
You see that chip reader? Take a card and insert
I don't serve fiends, b*t*h, I'm eating off of Apple bricks
You need a big-a** hat, Colin Kaepernick
I think yo b*t*h wanna f**k 'cause I'm talented
I think Stan got a aimbot, that boy accurate
Punch God, yes, yes, I'm immaculate
Lil' b*t*h playing with my balls like she practicing
When it's beef, you duck, on some Daffy sh*t
I had the Glock chokeslam you, I ain't grappling
In outer space, got a deuce in my moon mist
Dusty-a** boy, threw his a** a broomstick
Ran through six toothpicks in Ruth Chris
Turn a blue strip to a, I got the blueprint
Chilly moe, I got every tech known to man
I done seen it all, I ain't never have an open hand
Oh, you wanna fight? Come on, throw 'em then
Nah, for real, use yo head 'fore we blow it in
Big-a** Guccis got me tripping like I'm RJ
I turn nothing into something, feeling like I'm Scarface
The whole gang rocking BAPE, b*t*h, this the shark way
"What the f**k do you do?", b*t*h, I do card play
You wasn't there when I called on you, huh
So now I gotta ball on you
Nike tech full of sh*t, watch me jog on you
The bag in the air, gotta do the Moss on you
Ran off with the bag, now the Hawks on you
Told my side b*t*h like, "My b*t*h'll put the paws on you"
Gang full of hellhounds, put my dawgs on you
Givenchy tee, euro step, finna sauce on you
She like, "Who that white boy? He fresh as dog sh*t"
I know she lost her nugget when I pulled out dog sh*t
Looking like a treasure map, on some Off sh*t
Teacher asked what I do, I said talk sh*t
Hit her with a spin move, I'm the Blender Man
If you got hoes, get the f**k off of Tinder then
Stan pull up in that black tech, look like Slender Man
Yo main b*t*h calls me for d**k, you the Pencil Man
Looking in the mirror, hi, Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-F**k
She can get two good minutes, she can't get a nut
I'm charged up, you slowed down like some Indica
Route hotter than Afghanistan, had to switch it up
Ayy
Dumba**
Ayy, had to switch it up
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Sh*ttyBoyz
You wasn't there when I called on you, huh
So now I gotta ball on you
Nike tech full of sh*t, watch me jog on you
The bag in the air, gotta do the Moss on you
Ran off with the bag, now the Hawks on you
Told my side b*t*h like, "My b*t*h'll put the paws on you"
Gang full of hellhounds, put my dawgs on you
Givenchy tee, euro step, finna sauce on you
Ayy, yeah, we in that one bag
