Ace $wift - Calling Lyrics

Long live Eliud, long live Mark, long live Sosa, long live Zion
P4K shit, 90's baby shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy
The junkies, they callin' my phone

These basers won't leave me alone
They know I get it in and get it gone
They know we used to trap right out they home
Slangin' that rock like i'm Patrick Mahomes

I got a four nickel an it's chrome
I do whatever when I drink Patron
This ain't Baretta, that's here at your dome
Brand new Glock 10, let's get it on

An she be callin' me at the salon
Bitch you still callin' ho, what do you want
I know they callin' me while they at home
Yo ho be callin' me daddy at home

Baby, just call me when you get alone
I need some work, then I'm callin' the plug
If ion like the price, then I'm robbin' the plug
And they still playin' Ace Swift in the club

Never got canceled, bitch, that is a dub
Matter of fact, DJ gon' turn this shit up
I got Don Julio, what's in your cup
I'm in the studio drunk as a f*ck

You play then you lay, we can light this shit up
Ever since middle school, you was a duck
I seen a hundred thousand, it wasn't luck
I feel like Carl in the movie, Up

Just call me Russell, cause I'm goin' up
Whenever you call me, I'm liftin' you up
They know to call me, cause I keep it real
Labels still callin' me, talkin' bout a deal

Yo bitch be callin' me all in her feels
Bm still callin' me, talkin' bout her bills
My partner dem still be out here, selling pills
And I'm still ridin' round' here with that steel

R.I.P. Zion, he died with that steel
When I lost the Eliud, I knew it was real
R.I.P. Mark, I don't know how to feel
Heard about Sosa and popped me a pill

The shit about Joey, it still give me chills
Speak on them boys, an you probably get killed
I'm wishin' that y'all was callin' me for real
Ayy, ayy, the junkies, they callin' my phone

These basers won't leave me alone
They know I get it in and get it gone
They know we used to trap right out they home
Slangin' that rock like I'm Patrick Mahomes

I got a four nickel an it's chrome
I do whatever when I drink Patron
This ain't Baretta, that's here at your dome
Brand new Glock 10, let's get it on

An she be callin' me at the salon
Bitch you still callin' ho, what do you want
I know they callin' me while they at home
Your hoe be callin' me daddy at home

Baby, just call me when you get alone
Baby, just call me when you get some time
I got a 40 and a 45
Doing 140 in a 85
I got a Ten Millie and a nine
You know I'm strapped up all the time

Bitch I got locked up for that fye
They put me in a box like a mime
They was like Damn, Groff lost his mind
Thinkin' about grandpops all the time

I'm headed to the top, ima climb
You ain't gon' never ball, you don't try
I felt like Melo Ball in his prime
I had to tell them all to quit cryin'

We the ones went and slid every time
I knew you cried when your partner died
Neighbors say it's too much gun fire
We the ones really made mamas cry

They say you sweet and I wonder why
Probably cause you ain't do shit when your dawg died
Pussy ass jit
F*ck you talkin' bout

Lame ass jit
P4K shit
90's baby shit
What's up

Shout out to all my day ones
Long live Eliud
Long live Mark
And yo bitch still

And to baby mama still
Ayy, ayy, ayy
F*ck you talkin' bout