Lyrics Call'n - Chief Keef

Call'n

Zaytoven!\n(Pour drank on the carpet)\nSosa baby, GBE baby\n(The haters, they talk shit)\nBitch, yeah, yeah\n(Got your hoe free from an auction)\nHad to take one second\nTo think about all these motherfucking blessings\nYeah, I got a license but I’m driving real reckless\nDesigner done turned to a fetish\nShe gon' eat the hot dog cause I get the relish\nCome and get this work cause you know I gotta settle it\nBefore I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it\nCause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it\nIn the strip club, throwing money like it’s nothing\nSmoke that bitch out, now the police fussing\nMake the po' man nigga know that we coming\nShorty on X, don’t tell me if you see something\nAnd what I’m smoking smelling like I’m eating onions\nRemember growing up like I gotta be something\nAll this fucking cake like I gotta eat something\nAnd I’m tryna quit but the drank keep callin'\nHad to take one second\nTo think about all these motherfucking blessings\nYeah, I got a license but I’m driving real reckless\nDesigner done turned to a fetish\nShe gon' eat the hot dog cause I get the relish\nCome and get this work cause you know I gotta settle it\nBefore I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it\nCause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it\nPour drank on the carpet\nWe on our guap shit\nThe haters, they talk shit\nBut later, they walking\nGot your hoe free from an auction\nShe steady talking\nI be steady flossing\nOrganizing boss shit\n(Bang, bang-bang)\nHad to take one second\nTo think about all these motherfucking blessings\nYeah, I got a license but I’m driving real reckless\nDesigner done turned to a fetish\nShe gon' eat the hot dog cause I get the relish\nCome and get this work cause you know I gotta settle it\nBefore I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it\nCause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it\nAt the strip club, throwing money like it’s nothing\nSmoke that bitch up now the police fussing\nShorty on X, don’t tell me if you see something\nL what I’m smoking, smelling like I’m eating onions\nRemember growing up like I gotta be something\nAll this fucking cake like I gotta eat something\nAnd I’m tryna quit but the drank keep callin'\nDrank keep callin', drank keep callin'