Phone Calls

[Verse 1 - Big Ouee:] Everyday- I'm waking up to phone calls Ay Ou', lemme get a thousand grams I'm tryna sell them bitches off Ghetto white boys [?] Percocets Six hour drive I sent the work with your bitch Six Glocks from Atlanta came with the switch Trackhawk with the stash gotta press a switch Same niggas I started with I never switched Nigga tried to shoot at me but that nigga missed Ay, and I still get it by any means 2022 I'm still rocking ACGs Auntie brought me Tuss that's my favorite fiend I did a lot of hand-to-hand don't rock a [?] Ay, now I'm in the city with my nigga, Wik Ay, now I'm uptown nigga in the whip I got two pounds of Lemon Cherry in the whip I'm tryna split the [?] with my nigga, Rich Hm, yeah I'm still sellin' shit And I can't go to sleep, sleep for the rich [Verse 2 - Wiki:] Can't go to sleep, shit, he ain't even gon' sit Til my wrist dipped in a bucket full of Rolexes On a foreign beach with a foreign bitch She be [?] where we went Hard to get Got a guy who park the yacht at the shipyard Charter a jet, that way Until we living that way I ain't stop, thought about a rest I don't like to talk I like to flex [?]