[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Call my phone on the dot shoot that bitch
No thots i got only my Glock make him hop
25 on my shots i call shots
With kteck we made this beat
Remember the gold days
When i said gold hay
So bitch don't call my phone
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
First one please don't call my phone
Verse one please just leave me alone
Hurt one please just get out my space
Lose one please get out of my place
I was tryna smoke two counts of dope
I don't want no hoe to call me during my time
I don't likе no pussies, snitches or a bitch n***a
I got the strap so I don't carе if you call me a shit n***a
Just know he gonna eat the strap for breakfast
Then eat the knife for lunch
Then he dead by dinner we ain't give him no brunch
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
Call my phone on the dot shoot that bitch
No thots i got only my Glock make him hop
25 on my shots i call shots
With kteck we made this beat
Remember the gold days
When i said gold hay (Yeah bitch don't call my phone)
So bitch don't call my phone
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Yeah bitch don't call my phone (What, What)
Yeah bitch don't call my phone
Yeah stupid hoe going crazy call you my lady
Ask her whats up she got a booty don't give 2 fucks
How many fucks to i give zero
N***as talk about that lil bitch
I just got done talking to the cops
He said those n***as opps
He had to get the strap and there was a shootout
At the parking lot, She was mad
This bitch was sad, Other bitch was happy
If i don't get 4 hoes then I'm shooting out those stars
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Respectful i got these n***as hanging
Like what was you thinking better go get that strap
25 i could hurt ya back
Kteck tell these lil n***as to stop
Kteck get these cops
Just kidding we ain't no snitch
We come out the house in our buckets
When I come in my house, Why are you fucking (Bitch Ass)
Got 3 twins named Bitch, Bitcher and Bitchest
All these fake rappers say they the richest
Richest, Richest
They all shoot that n***a he ain't do shit
Shooting n***as wifes don't make you nothing but shit
Make you a bitch, Turn you upside lil bitch
A dead lift if
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Something so sinister seeking sookie somethin like a centipede
I do it for the ladies but it's all money baby
Go'n snap you a photo
I can't leave you alone lone
Yo I don't know
This is no joke I don't smoke
He asked would she'd be willing to offer cooperation
Where small situations turn to altercation
Colosseums where Hamas supply the operation
Heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation
And giving the youth the truth from this booth
You never even saw her n*** and you busted two
But your on it too so you tell me you love me too
But that's cool cause I'ma make it do what it do
Lil Uzi
[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
Call my phone on the dot shoot that bitch
No thots i got only my Glock make him hop
25 on my shots i call shots
With kteck we made this beat
Remember the gold days
When i said gold hay
So bitch don't call my phone