CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : don’t hmu
Ayeee uh , Capooooo, cbxgang
Don't call my phone, don't hit me up
The chances are that I won't pick up
Yea I don't know where I am, I'm in the party
And I'm off a Xan, I'm with my friends we're turning up
I'm in the club and I'm throwing up
Where were you when I was stuck?
I felt your love but it ain't enough
And I don't think I know how to give a f**k
I'm off the lean, I can't sit up
And I just pulled off in the Bentley truck
Remember sitting in the rain waiting for the bus
And it's only the first date I don't wanna f**k
Just give me a few days I'm finna call you up
But I really have this feeling that you aren't the one
Baby can you change my mind I wanna feel your love
And I already miss you, my body goes numb when I kiss you
Smoking gas in your bedroom, I wish you replied when I text you
Just tell me where you went when I was all alone
And now I'm stuck inside my head and I'm gettin' throwed
Now I'm turning up, and I stay with my bros
I can't feel a damn thing and everybody knows
I be posted with my gang I'm talkin' ten toes
I put them diamonds in my chain so my neck froze
Flood the rollie with some ice so my fist glow
And I'm trying to forget my life so I pour a four
And I know that all this flexing cannot getchu back
And I can't go back to licks and holdin' dirty straps
I was living wrong, I leave it in my past
Now I'm trying focus on chasing me a bag
Bad girl I blow diamonds on her hands, I run it up she ask me can she count my bands, Two birds in my trunk and dough in my hand, she gone sniff another line while I do my band dance
I just popped a molly and she dripping in Versache
Please lil b*t*h don't call me if I'm stalling
On that Maserati drippin' like it's raw meat
Oh wait (blrrp blrrp) that's the bands calling
Don't call my phone, don't hit me up
The chances are that I won't pick up
Yea I don't know where I am, I'm in the party
And I'm off a Xan, I'm with my friends we're turning up
I'm in the club and I'm throwing up
Where were you when I was stuck?
I felt your love but it ain't enough
Don't call my phone, don't hit me up
The chances are that I won't pick up
Yea I don't know where I am, I'm in the party
And I'm off a Xan, I'm with my friends we're turning up
I'm in the club and I'm throwing up
Where were you when I was stuck?
I felt your love but it ain't enough
And I don't think I know how to give a f**k
I'm off the lean, I can't sit up
And I just pulled off in the Bentley truck
Remember sitting in the rain waiting for the bus
And it's only the first date I don't wanna f**k
Just give me a few days I'm finna call you up
But I really have this feeling that you aren't the one
Baby can you change my mind I wanna feel your love
And I already miss you, my body goes numb when I kiss you
Smoking gas in your bedroom, I wish you replied when I text you
Just tell me where you went when I was all alone
And now I'm stuck inside my head and I'm gettin' throwed
Now I'm turning up, and I stay with my bros
I can't feel a damn thing and everybody knows
I be posted with my gang I'm talkin' ten toes
I put them diamonds in my chain so my neck froze
Flood the rollie with some ice so my fist glow
And I'm trying to forget my life so I pour a four
And I know that all this flexing cannot getchu back
And I can't go back to licks and holdin' dirty straps
I was living wrong, I leave it in my past
Now I'm trying focus on chasing me a bag
Bad girl I blow diamonds on her hands, I run it up she ask me can she count my bands, Two birds in my trunk and dough in my hand, she gone sniff another line while I do my band dance
I just popped a molly and she dripping in Versache
Please lil b*t*h don't call me if I'm stalling
On that Maserati drippin' like it's raw meat
Oh wait (blrrp blrrp) that's the bands calling
Don't call my phone, don't hit me up
The chances are that I won't pick up
Yea I don't know where I am, I'm in the party
And I'm off a Xan, I'm with my friends we're turning up
I'm in the club and I'm throwing up
Where were you when I was stuck?
I felt your love but it ain't enough
