"Callin Me" lyrics

(Surf gang, bitch)

[xaviersobased:]
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Whatever you do don't touch my dope, my nigga st47ic smoking dope
Whatever you do don't come round' me, on a recliner reclining
And then yo' numbers declining, and hell yeah, bitch, I'm inclining
I hope that you do not mind me, and yeah, I know I get that bread
So you don't gotta remind me
And hell yeah I stopped calling her, so why the fuck she calling me?
And hell yeah man I'm tryna hoop, so I told my boy pass the ball to me
And hell nah I ain't tryna talk, so nigga do not talk to me
They call me Lillard
And when I walked into the function the hoes was eyeballin' me
And if you didn't fuck with me back then do not try to fuck with me
Lil boy do not get comfortable, turn your V8 to a convertible
Hell yeah, boy, we gon shoot it up, we don't give no fucks
Boy we run it up, [?] boy like yuh
I told my boy keep gunning, cuh
Look at my soul up in the sky
Hell yeah, bitches burning up, walk in this bitch stay with that pump

[cru:]
I got a Glock on me, I got a Glock on me
You cannot talk on me
Come up to me on some friendly shit, ion sell for free
Fuck that bitch he wit, let that choppa rip, through his shit
We ran through his shit, dump him in a pit
I just spent a rack, uh on a chain
You a walking lame, pussy you can't fucking aim
Huh yeah, see me on a runway with Xav
And he keep a kay, bitch I had to get it anyway