"Caller I.D" lyrics
(I'm faded than a motherfucker)
(Pdot got that pack)
Hit the power, floor, floor, drivin' too hot
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
My bitch fornicated with an NFL coach for twenty thousand
Next day was Mother's Day, I gave it to my mama
Your bitch dick suckin', she want me to bend her, Futurama
Had to break that bitch, but ain't nobody playin' pool around me
Course I took the standard off that shit and turned it to a comma
Ooh, the way we hit his block, they think we knew karate
They get to hidin' in the stu' when them bullets flyin'
Players Club with an ebony, mouth full of diamonds
Chasin' dollar bills
For my son, I forgot how to feel
Failed love had me waitin' like I bodybuild
Should've known you was faker than a fire drill
Boy, if I point, you gon' get pissed on, Chauncey Billups
Mouth full of water like I got the hiccups
Damn, why you have to treat me like I'm competition?
That shit broke my heart, just cannot forgive it
I'm gon' be okay by myself
Thought I could call you in need
You told me to say what I felt
Then flip it all right on me
I keep thirty-three shells by my belt
It ain't no coppin' no pleas
When we put a nigga name on a box
It ain't no caller ID
Go, baby, go
How the fuck you snatch a nigga soul with your throat?
Ayy, know you can't hang 'round gang, boy, you bold
Yeah, fuck 'round, get his life repo'd 'cause he told
Yeah, bitch talkin' 'bout she love me, I'm Omarion, oh
Bitch, all these bitches tryna pick me 'cause I'm froze
Shit, woke up in the morning, bitches layin' on the floor
Yeah, how the fuck this nigga make fifty in a show?
Chopper start a cypher, everybody hit the floor
I'm just thinkin' like we could've had it all
Guess we'll never know now, will I? No
I'm gon' be okay by myself
Thought I could call you in need
You told me to say what I felt
Then flip it all right on me
I keep thirty-three shells by my belt
It ain't no coppin' no pleas
When we put a nigga name on a box
It ain't no caller ID
(Pdot got that pack)
Hit the power, floor, floor, drivin' too hot
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
My bitch fornicated with an NFL coach for twenty thousand
Next day was Mother's Day, I gave it to my mama
Your bitch dick suckin', she want me to bend her, Futurama
Had to break that bitch, but ain't nobody playin' pool around me
Course I took the standard off that shit and turned it to a comma
Ooh, the way we hit his block, they think we knew karate
They get to hidin' in the stu' when them bullets flyin'
Players Club with an ebony, mouth full of diamonds
Chasin' dollar bills
For my son, I forgot how to feel
Failed love had me waitin' like I bodybuild
Should've known you was faker than a fire drill
Boy, if I point, you gon' get pissed on, Chauncey Billups
Mouth full of water like I got the hiccups
Damn, why you have to treat me like I'm competition?
That shit broke my heart, just cannot forgive it
I'm gon' be okay by myself
Thought I could call you in need
You told me to say what I felt
Then flip it all right on me
I keep thirty-three shells by my belt
It ain't no coppin' no pleas
When we put a nigga name on a box
It ain't no caller ID
Go, baby, go
How the fuck you snatch a nigga soul with your throat?
Ayy, know you can't hang 'round gang, boy, you bold
Yeah, fuck 'round, get his life repo'd 'cause he told
Yeah, bitch talkin' 'bout she love me, I'm Omarion, oh
Bitch, all these bitches tryna pick me 'cause I'm froze
Shit, woke up in the morning, bitches layin' on the floor
Yeah, how the fuck this nigga make fifty in a show?
Chopper start a cypher, everybody hit the floor
I'm just thinkin' like we could've had it all
Guess we'll never know now, will I? No
I'm gon' be okay by myself
Thought I could call you in need
You told me to say what I felt
Then flip it all right on me
I keep thirty-three shells by my belt
It ain't no coppin' no pleas
When we put a nigga name on a box
It ain't no caller ID
