[Intro: Young Thug]
Carnage!
Aye, I live a butterfly life
If butterflies couldn't fly
We wouldn't live a good life
We'd be stuck like a mothafucka
I really think that I am a butterfly
I'm at the top of the buildin', lookin' at the sky
Then I found out I couldn't fly, so I died
My mama said, I fuckin' told you...
[Verse 1: Shakka]
I fuckin' told you before
Don't call me, don't call me
'Less you're in pain on the floor
Don't call me, don't call me
Only you made your choice
Turned your back on my voice
So, why's your name on my phone?
Don't call me, don't call me
[Chorus: Shakka]
Call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
[Verse 2: Shakka]
Your mum said more than "hello"
Small talkin', must have loved it
I paid attention and dough
I could hardly afford it
I was all you needed and more
All the signs I ignored
Still you made him your choice
Don't call me, don't call me
[Chorus: Shakka]
Call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
Only you
Call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
Only you
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Do your thing, baby
Do your thing, baby, baby, do your thing, baby
Ugh, yeah, smoke out your brains, baby
Yeah, let's get stoned, do the same, baby
Tomorrow, yeah, and if you broke, bae, you can borrow
Yeah, I want you, baby, no sorrow
I do this shit because I got it, oh
I got bitches with me, I got on a poncho
And I know you wanna beat it like brrrambo
Yeah, but I got 'em sittin' up in the nosebleeds
You can't see 'em 'less you own a helicopter, oh
You throwed off, you should go and see a doctor, bro
I'm standin' up tall on my bankroll
One, two, three, make the crowd roar
Nigga, one, two, three, make the crowd go
Crazy
[Chorus: Shakka + Young Thug]
Call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
Aye, Carnage, I got you, mothafucka
So why's, call me, back on my voice
I swear to God, nigga, you dig?
With a golden shovel, iced out AP, not the Rollie bezel, oh
Only you
Call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
So why's, call me, back on my voice
Only you
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