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

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