Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Call Me Late, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Still Flexin, Still Steppin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Never Broke Again
Song language: English
Call Me Late |
Mommy, India got the beats |
How you wan' do it? |
I’m a thug, nigga, I came in influenced |
And I’m spreadin' it 'til they influence, nigga |
But look here, I’ma pop your top |
Police pulled me over, I was swervin', smokin' dope |
Knew I was finna go, I was clutchin' on a dirty pole |
And shawty be on fleek, hair down to her toes |
All them bitches froze when I jumped from out from that Rolls (Big Slime, ayy) |
Let’s go, uh |
Baby, call me later, I ain’t got no time (I ain’t got no time) |
I been chasin' money right now (Right now) |
Pull up, let that Draco bust at everybody (At everybody) |
My youngins suicidal, tryna catch a body (Pow, pow) |
Hardbody (Hard) |
Get a Xan and pop it, I got money in my pocket |
I got thirty in this rocket, nigga, uh, make me pop it |
Runnin' from these hoes and they caught me |
My life on froze, can’t be on the road |
But you know that real niggas capitalize off anything |
I’m tryna take his soul, we catch him, we blow |
All that talkin' out his top is why I’m gon' bust his brain |
Feelin' on her body, like, ooh, ooh |
If I’m in here doin' too much, then baby, you tell me to stop |
Got .223's and Glock 9's and I got AR’s |
It ain’t no flodge, it ain’t no cap |
I got three straps up this bitch right now |
And bust a fuckin' 40 Glock |
Finna up and bust your ass, nigga, slime |
I just put 'bout fifty racks on top that last nigga mind |
Big Rolls Royce or Maybach every time I’m slidin', nigga, bye |
I got nine up in this Glock, but I’ma hit your ass with five |
I’m like, «Bitch, don’t waste my time,"no, everybody shine |
I got bitches throwin' up 4KTrey, they bangin' for Big Slime |
Green flag hangin' on my waist right on side that fire |
Like fuck that boy, I zip his ass and I go sit my ass in trial |
(and fuck) |
(whoever paid) |
It’s problems, I had the whole city screamin', «Murder she wrote» |
I don’t just want one, I want all 'em, I’ma kill him |
That’s my main focus, and after that I’ma zip them other niggas |
Jumped out my sleep and grabbed my Glock from off my bed |
Deja ask me, «Man, what’s wrong?"I said, «I'm paranoid, I’m scared» |
She said that I was shakin' while I was sleepin', that’s probably why I’m |
jumpin' like that |
I had a dream they got the drop, started bustin' and I shot back |
Catch me doin' my dance, Diddy boppin', I’ma wipe 'em, ooh |
Choppers poppin', bodies droppin', pussy niggas know |
Play, I pop your noggin', police can’t stop it, I’ma let you know |
You can hide all you want, won’t be long until you gone |
Murder, we spinnin' in circles |
And nigga, I won’t stop until I get 'em all gone |
Bitch, just hit a nigga nine times with that chrome |
Everybody got they time, I still scream, «It ain’t long» |
Just leave me alone, I don’t wanna hurt nobody |
I been ridin' with that chrome, police and niggas still won’t stop me |
I’m still havin' dreams, the devil ride me (He ride me) |
They all would leave me today, see what’s inside me (See what’s inside me) |
But I won’t show off that side (Let's go) |
I just drove that Porsche inside some New Balance, yeah, yeah |
I just took a bean, it gave me ape status, yeah, yeah |
I just put an eight on 808, let the speakers boom |
Nigga, I don’t pick and choose, hoes inside of every room |
Police pulled me over, I was swervin', smokin' dope |
Knew I was finna go, I was clutchin' on a dirty pole |
And shawty be on fleek, hair down to her toes (Hair down to her toes) |
All them bitches froze when I jumped from out from that Rolls |
(I jumped from out that dirt alone) |
Let’s go, uh |
Baby, call me later, I ain’t got no time (I ain’t got no time, baby) |
I been chasin' money right now (Right now) |
Pull up, let that Draco bust at everybody (I shoot at everybody) |
My youngins suicidal, tryna catch an body (They tryna catch a body) |
Ayy, 4KTrey, Northside 38 |
Ain’t nobody safe, we put guns to the face |
Bitch ass nigga, who gon' try today? |
Yeah |
I’m still on that same shit, who gon' die today? |
Nigga |
Free my brother out that can, yeah |
And I’m still doin' the murder man dance, nigga, yeah |
Every time I knock one of you bitches off, old ho ass nigga |
Real gangsta, know you been hidin' |
I’m outchea |