Call You Back

(Oo-oh, oo-oh)

(Oo-oh, oo-oh)

(Oo-oh, wah-oo)

(Oo-oh, oo-oh, AYE AYE AYE)

Yo, always mad 'cause I'm stylin' on 'em

Painted green like scallions on 'em

Young boy the Jimmy Fallon on 'em

Got sauce I'll prolly put a Callon on 'em

Can't skate with the balance on

The boy Sharp like talents with talent homie

More afraid than Italians italics on me

I lean off the shot Ray Alan on 'em (uh)

Yo, who dat be, in my zone all the time like two dats three

To cure me? You want me to get a new vaccine

Now wash your mouth with the flow 'cause I do that clean

My own line in the stores, cool ass tee

Come shut the spot down for a cool last beat

I'm thinkin' of giving them a hit in a minute they need a cool ass beat (oo)

This might be it let's record that heat, you know?

All I really need is a little 808 you can feel it in your jaw

Made a little beat from a little bit of shit up in the crib

And my nigga play a little of that guitar

Yeah I wanna sneeze

A little bit of song, been up in the game way before you was involved

Had to get it on my own

I was sleeping on the floor

With a little bit of paper I was writin' all my songs, oh

Million dollars in my pocket got it

Thinkin' you can touch me you should stop it

Get it independent had to watch it

Sorry if I get a bit obnoxious

Had to leave my family for a while

Had to teach my family how to smile

Haven't seen my family in a while

(Hey nephew, I'm just callin' to tell you, I love you, man)

(All the time, got you all in my mind

I know in time, you will see)

Wait, don't be mad 'cause I'm stylin' on 'em (gave 'em)

Painted green like scallions on 'em (Yo)

Young boy the Jimmy Fallon on 'em

Got sauce, I ain't even mean to drown 'em though

Yo, can't skate tryin' to balance on 'em

Boy Sharp like talents with talent on 'em

More bread than Italians, italics on me

I lean off the shots Ray Alan on 'em

Yo, they like who dat be?

In my zone all the time like two that's three

To cure me, you need to get a new vaccine

She wash my mouth with the soap, now they do that clean

My own line in the stores, cool ass tees

I come shut the spot down for a cool last beat

My family tree lose leaves if I don't bear seeds

But you can see through the branches

But now you sleep

I didn't wanna leave

I, had my future in front of me

Yo, you ain't even fuck with me

Now you can't get enough of me?

You askin' wassup with me

You don't know how to run with me

So, I gotta pack up and then go on a trip to get shit that you never had

It's Futuristic, forget the past

You don't even call me that

All of your friends want an autograph

Your compliments have a favor attached

You never check-up 'less you need the cash

You wonder why I never call you back