callin me

[Intro] (Surf gang, bitch) [Verse 1: xaviersobased] [?] Whatever you do don't touch my dope, my nigga st47ic smoking dope Whatever you do don't come round' me, on a recliner reclining And then yo' numbers declining, and hell yeah, bitch, I'm inclining I hope that you do not mind me, and yeah, I know I get that bread So you don't gotta remind me And hell yeah I stopped calling her, so why the fuck she calling me? And hell yeah man I'm tryna hoop, so I told my boy pass the ball to me And hell nah I ain't tryna talk, so nigga do not talk to me They call me [?] And when I walked into the function the hoes was eyeballin' me And if you didn't fuck with me back then do not try to fuck with me Lil boy do not get comfortable, turn your V8 to a convertible Hell yeah, boy, we gon shoot it up, we don't give no fucks Boy we run it up, [?] boy like yuh I told my boy keep gunning, cuh Look at my soul up in the sky Hell yeah, bitches burning up, walk in this bitch stay with that pump [Verse 2: cru] I got a Glock on me, I got a Glock on me You cannot talk on me Come up to me on some friendly shit, ion sell for free Fuck that bitch he wit, let that choppa rip, through his shit We ran through his shit, dump him in a pit I just spent a rack, uh on a chain You a walking lame, pussy you can't fucking aim Huh yeah, see me on a runway with Xav And he keep a kay, bitch I had to get it anyway