Lyrics Calling My Line - Harlem Spartans, Ay Em, JBeatzz

Calling My Line

Guys dying for the clout, what a pity
Get chingy if a dons moving iffy
Bad b from brikky
But my eyes on a milly
So I tell her that I’m busy
3 T milli with a 1−2 Jilly
Gassed like fizzy
Get whacked then bill it
Soly wears some brown and prettys
But my city ain’t pretty
Tired of these kitties
But my breads looking litty
MizMac still chingy in jail
Hit da cells then I ain’t getting bailed
Phonecalls to my niggas in jail
(No I don’t do mail, Spartans don’t fail)
Be money over girls
Uppy in your gaff like a jumble cells
Smoke on the road like the cookie don’t smell
Gang at the show then you know that we show
HS to the World
I was tryna move that girl right there
Oh my God what a way
Tryna finess that power right there
Oh my God what a way
Steady for the mula (ayy)
Mish Mash cause its cool ahh (yeah yeah)
Drillers on the corner (wait)
Callling my line what a way
Steppin outside till the morning
Callling my line what a way
I was tryna kweng all on it
Callling my line what a way
Steppin outside (ay)
Got me dripping outside
Ring a l-ling, that’s the sound of my line
Pretty ting with dem brown eyes
Brown eyes
Pretty ting with dem brown eyes
Steppin outside
Got me drippin outside
Guwop Baby
Guwop Baby
Guwop Baby
Guwop
We was dedicated young, gettin lizzy and dat
Get the pockets all fat
Don’t spend it on yaks
Get the pockets all fat
Then the chicks will cat
These days enemies pigs and blood
HS came from the mud
We was real, we was Saws, no?
Still Spartan splash ching wet
Wizzy creeping up go get him in the set
Deep him we jump in with nothing but heart
Real from the start
See niggas lived that then switched they path
Guwop baby gwop
That’s ties saying stack
Them jibbz that’s your pretty eyes on muah
Slow down chuh
I ain’t surprised or fussed I’m cuffed
Hope he got my back if I ever get cuffed
Fuck
I was tryna move that girl right there
Oh my God what a way
Tryna finess that power right there
Oh my God what a way
Steady for the mula (ayy)
Mish Mash cause its cool ahh (yeah yeah)
Drillers on the corner (wait)
Callling my line what a way
Steppin outside till the morning
Callling my line what a way
I was tryna kweng all on it
Callling my line what a way
Steppin outside (ay)
Got me dripping outside
Ring a l-ling, that’s the sound of my line
Pretty ting with dem brown eyes
Brown eyes
Pretty ting with dem brown eyes
Steppin outside
Got me drippin outside
They was tryna get man back that day
But bro got away and
They been tryna draw man out all day
Fam these niggas so lame
But we still be outside
Catch me juggin outside
Niggas everyday
For my bro I’m a ride, I’m a ride, I’m a ride, I’m a ride, I’m a slide