(Groovy Mar$ on Da Track, Nigga!)
Hittin' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin' yeah
Hitting' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin' yeah
Hittin' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin' yeah
Hitting' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin'
U & I
U & I
Through the night baby tell me what you like
U & I
U & I
We don't gotta get high just look up at the sky
Why she hit my phone
Tuck the f*ckin' pole
VV's for the low
Watch my glock no 4
Gettin' the bag
New York where we at
Chillin' in the Stu
Soho where its at
Watch my back don't lack
Look at my glock its pack
Roll my blunt it's pack
See my cash it stack
Goyard full of racks
Like my Tommy black
Gucci Louis wack
Watch these niggas slack
Hittin' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin' yeah
Hitting' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin' yeah
Hittin' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin' yeah
Hitting' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin'
U & I
U & I
Through the night baby tell me what you like
U & I
U & I
We don't gotta get high...
F*ckin' with a bih
From the Southside and I got a stick
U & I, Bonnie Clyde
Niggas call me up
"Bro I'm boutta slide!"
Smoke these niggas, like I'm getting high
Hittin' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin' yeah
Hitting' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin' yeah
Hittin' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin' yeah
Hitting' up my phone, who the f*ck you callin'
U & I
U & I
Through the night baby tell me what you like
U & I
U & I
We don't gotta get high just look up at the sky