my call (pain dior) - summrs lyrics
[intro]
(mingo haha)
[verse 1]
yeah, real n*gga sticking to the code (ooh)
i bought fendi, prada, b*tch, h*ll nah i ain’t goin’ broke
rich n*ggas on a private jet and a b*tch in the back doin’ coke
if a n*gga get outta line, no disrespect, we cuttin’ off his throat
[chorus]
f*ck it, we up in the hemi (hemi)
f*ck it, i’m pullin’ a [?] (f*ck it, i’m pullin’ a [?])
i might just air out the scene with the semi (yeah)
got a fifty round in this hoe and that drac’ got a extended
i put prada on, i’m fitted (yeah)
came in this b*tch with some shooters and we might f*ck up the whole city (f*ck up the whole city)
[verse 2]
we off ecstasy, we got molly pills, lil’ b*tch we get litty
two tone lil’ rolly (two tone lil’ rolly)
ten racks no kizzy (ten racks no kizzy)
i just lv’ed my wrist
i just lv’ed my b*tch
and i did it with no assist
[?]
i got the sticks out like topgolf
if you playin’ with me you get knocked off (yeah)
i’d rather slide with the top off
got a big bag, i’ma big dog
if the b*tch bad, i’ma show her off
i get happy as f*ck when that molly call
i can beef with no n*gga, he prolly soft
shoot out the window, b*tch microsoft
[chorus]
f*ck it, we up in the hemi (hemi)
f*ck it, i’m pullin’ a [?] (f*ck it, i’m pullin’ a [?])
i might just air out the scene with the semi (yeah)
got a fifty round in this hoe and that drac’ got a extended
i put prada on, i’m fitted (yeah)
came in this b*tch with some shooters and we might f*ck up the whole city (f*ck up the whole city)
[verse 3]
n*gga tell me whats the point of clutching, you ain’t shootin’ sh*t (mmhmm)
tell me what’s the point of cuffing, i already f*cked the b*tch (i’m tryna cuff her)
you know that lil’ hoe’ll get kicked out if she ain’t suckin’ d*ck (you know)
you know that my brother gon’ shoot for me, yeah type sh*t (know that my brother)
i pour up some drank and i hop on the mic and i talk my sh*t (sh*t, yeah)
got exotic drugs, got exotic hoes, got exotic whips (got exotic whips)
gimme fifty racks, a hunnid racks, i’ma make it flip (make it flips)
if the b*tch don’t act right, she get pink slipped (she get cut off)
[outro]
she get cut off
i got a hunnid racks, b*tch i [?]
b*tch talking all that sh*t and then they fall off
i get you knocked off, thats my call, oh
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