| Pick up the phone
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| Brrrrrrr
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| Hello? |
| Yeah
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| What was that?
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| «Ki,» what? |
| Ayy, ayy, «Baby, come home»
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| Like, nah, «I hit up yo' phone, I’m killin' yo' inbox, lil' baby, pick up,» okay
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| I’ma say this one time, threw my wristwatch in the water
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| I don’t got time, lil' nigga
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| Big dick walkin', uh-uh, like I’m on one
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| Keep ya eyes low, nigga
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| They only want you when ya on some', nigga
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| Dead at the grave, need inheritance, nigga
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| How you hittin' my phone when you want some', nigga?
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| Like zoom, ayy, ayy, then I pop back in this bitch
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| Came from the dirt like the oak
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| Uh, wait, Ki had to grow into shit
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| Invented my own lane, drift out this bitch
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| I’m a one-trick pony, I saddle my shit
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| Add it all up, give me numbers for the one time
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| Three eyes, take two, baby, I’m on one sight
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| See one way just to move through the dark night, uh
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| Hit my phone, see a ghost, uh, through the late night
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| 31 like October, yeah, it’s fright nights
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| Scared me once, that’s sore eyes |