CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : CALL N
(BL$$D)
(Call my n***a Miles, man, that money go for miles)
Yeah, huh, I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, b*t*h, [?], huh, yeah
Young n***a pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young n***as pull up, skrrt off with your b*t*h too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, b*t*h, this not Evisu, huh, yeah
f**kin' on your ex, now she don't miss you (Yeah)
She was suckin' on my d**k, better make sure she don't kiss you (Yeah, yeah)
I was just f**kin' on your b*t*h, I hope you don't think she special (Yeah, yeah)
I was just hittin' her from the back, treat her so disrespectful (Yeah)
f**k on a b*t*h for an hour, buy that b*t*h Celine ('Line)
Too many racks bustin' out my motherf**kin' jeans, yeah (Yeah)
I ain't gotta call nobody (Yeah, yeah)
n***a got Xans and molly (Yeah, yeah)
The apes got straps in the party (Yeah, yeah)
Eight n***as got clapped in the party (Yeah, yeah)
Pop pills with a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Gave Percs to a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Ten Percs for a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Free Percs for the baddest lil barbie (Free f**kin' Percs, b*t*h)
Yeah (Yeah, huh), huh (Yeah)
I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, b*t*h, [?], huh, yeah
Young n***a pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young n***as pull up, skrrt off with your b*t*h too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, b*t*h, this not Evisu (Huh?), huh, yeah
f**kin' on your ex, now she don't miss you (Oh damn)
She was suckin' on my d**k, better make sure she don't kiss you
I don't gotta call nobody, baby (Nobody)
Run up the racks, it's my hobby, baby (Yeah)
Yeah, I'ma die lit like my name Carti, baby (Uh)
Keep a stick in the box like I'm Roddy, baby (Bow-bow)
Shoot a n***a up like a visual
Countin' cheese, doin' math like an integral (Yeah)
b*t*h, you loved me, I do what you didn't do
Now I beat it up good, she ain't missin' you
Me and Fritz in Icebox, I just got me a tennis
VVs on my teeth, I ain't go to the dentist
Now my neck ice-cold, I'm feelin' replenished
Big Rollie on my wrist, b*t*h, that's expensive, yeah (Uh yeah)
Yeah, yeah
You can't afford it, uh
My car is imported, uh, yeah (Imported, yeah)
Yeah, huh, I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, b*t*h, [?], huh, yeah
Young n***a pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young n***as pull up, skrrt off with your b*t*h too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, b*t*h, this not Evisu, huh, yeah
f**kin' on your ex, now she don't miss you
She was suckin' on my d**k, better make sure she don't kiss you
(Call my n***a Miles, man, that money go for miles)
Yeah, huh, I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, b*t*h, [?], huh, yeah
Young n***a pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young n***as pull up, skrrt off with your b*t*h too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, b*t*h, this not Evisu, huh, yeah
f**kin' on your ex, now she don't miss you (Yeah)
She was suckin' on my d**k, better make sure she don't kiss you (Yeah, yeah)
I was just f**kin' on your b*t*h, I hope you don't think she special (Yeah, yeah)
I was just hittin' her from the back, treat her so disrespectful (Yeah)
f**k on a b*t*h for an hour, buy that b*t*h Celine ('Line)
Too many racks bustin' out my motherf**kin' jeans, yeah (Yeah)
I ain't gotta call nobody (Yeah, yeah)
n***a got Xans and molly (Yeah, yeah)
The apes got straps in the party (Yeah, yeah)
Eight n***as got clapped in the party (Yeah, yeah)
Pop pills with a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Gave Percs to a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Ten Percs for a bad lil barbie (Bad lil barbie)
Free Percs for the baddest lil barbie (Free f**kin' Percs, b*t*h)
Yeah (Yeah, huh), huh (Yeah)
I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, b*t*h, [?], huh, yeah
Young n***a pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young n***as pull up, skrrt off with your b*t*h too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, b*t*h, this not Evisu (Huh?), huh, yeah
f**kin' on your ex, now she don't miss you (Oh damn)
She was suckin' on my d**k, better make sure she don't kiss you
I don't gotta call nobody, baby (Nobody)
Run up the racks, it's my hobby, baby (Yeah)
Yeah, I'ma die lit like my name Carti, baby (Uh)
Keep a stick in the box like I'm Roddy, baby (Bow-bow)
Shoot a n***a up like a visual
Countin' cheese, doin' math like an integral (Yeah)
b*t*h, you loved me, I do what you didn't do
Now I beat it up good, she ain't missin' you
Me and Fritz in Icebox, I just got me a tennis
VVs on my teeth, I ain't go to the dentist
Now my neck ice-cold, I'm feelin' replenished
Big Rollie on my wrist, b*t*h, that's expensive, yeah (Uh yeah)
Yeah, yeah
You can't afford it, uh
My car is imported, uh, yeah (Imported, yeah)
Yeah, huh, I ain't gotta call nobody, hm, yeah
I'ma shoot up the whole party, huh, yeah
Hundred-band jugg, b*t*h, [?], huh, yeah
Young n***a pull up, skrrt off, I ain't parkin', huh, yeah
Young n***as pull up, skrrt off with your b*t*h too, huh, yeah
VLONE jeans, b*t*h, this not Evisu, huh, yeah
f**kin' on your ex, now she don't miss you
She was suckin' on my d**k, better make sure she don't kiss you
