Callin'

[Intro: Berner]

Ain't it a trip?

Yeah

[Verse 1: Berner]

Ain't it crazy? Quarter-ticket barely get me to move

I got sick of losin' cash in the mail, so we flew

I told Bagg I got a bag to turn the city back up

If the .40 cal clap, it make your homies back up

I'm from the Bay, we don't play, yeah, this yay in the trust

If they make a play, shit, they better pay me a cut

I'm smokin' shit so loud, done kicked me out of my room

Sell a pack, tuck the paper, then we jumped on a Zoom

We young, fly millionaires at my lil' spot in Tulum

Just to watch the sun set when I'm off of the shrooms

Stock rims on the Benz, the doors hеavy as fuck

He want another fifty, tell him sеnd me a buck

These are rocks on my pinky, all quality stones

Half a ticket for the chain, I should've bought me a home

Worldwide in the '90s, I was playin' with Bev (With the plug)

Early 2000s, started movin' with Webs

Stash spot is a mansion, once the tunnel is dug

We can ditch the floor safe hidden under the rug