Bitch, stop calling me
Bitch, stop calling me
Unh
Bitch, stop calling me
Bitch, stop calling me
Aint gone pick the phone up
Aint gone pick the phone up
Hell naw
Aint gone pick the phone up
Aint gone pick the phone up
Ah
Bitch, stop
Unh, ay
Unh
Fa fa fa fa
Unh
Yeah, putting on my sketchers nigga
Unh
Yeah, I'm putting it on my sketchers nigga
Hey, I put four fours in these clips
I might go put them in the dirt
Oh he a little boy, we roll them up and all we know it's smirk
Smirk
I've been casting up these Dracos
All my brothers know it's work
I made little Tommy do a drive-by because you
Know we going to skirt
Skirt
Unh
Ay
Deuces on my cup been totted up
Brody hit the field, so I hit the line
So I might go and blow it up
Feds be watching me, so I hit the line
That pussy-ass boy ain't fast enough
Totting on this glique like I'm J-9
I might go burn the army up
Unh
Yeah
Hoes say T-K-N. I been bouncing groupie hoes from home to home
Might do it again
If I sign a nigga like Lil' Wayne
I might be tha next birdman
I put Glocks on all yall turkeys
Got y'all in the roast bend
Like it's season three
Hanging with the crew
Got new friends
I told Swae go spin the Benz
He spinned again
That's my twin
Mac, be booted up been smoking all this
Weed might blow again
I told Ace go get the hoes
We flip the hoes
That's my twin
Ahhh
Niggas want to kill me, come do it then
I don't got to murder no more because I send my best man
I've been sitting on this leather
Seat you might be a dead man
Please don't f*ck with us
We TTK
My niggas trained to kill
Unh
Niggas want to kill me, come and do it
I'm on Southside, banging hella music
These bitches f*cking too
I ain't no Rollin' 80
I'm a trap, baby
I like the bang music
Because if I'm smoking weed then the pussy green
That's a Rolling Stone music
Unh
Unh
Yeah, niggas wanted me
I'm that same guy playing basketball
You see me on the street
I told my brother Jalen, we been too turnt
We been over the streets
(Overstreet)
If I put a pussy hoe on all this gas, you geeked
Unh
Unh
Yeah, my niggas smirk, smirk
I've been putting all this work in
All my choppers got a twerk
If he see the switch, he the running man
The running man got hurt
So I stand over his dead body and put him on a shirt, nigga
Unh
Moe body's, unh
Unh
Unh, strapped up with my f*cking sketchers,
Ahh
Ahh ha
Waving at that hoe, say nada
Unh
Busting up her chops im papa, huh
Aiming at these hoes, so
She screaming, dada
TKN FORLIFE - Stop Callin Me Lyrics
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Bitch, stop calling me
Bitch, stop calling me
Unh
Bitch, stop calling me
Bitch, stop calling me
Aint gone pick the phone up
Aint gone pick the phone up
Hell naw
Aint gone pick the phone up
Aint gone pick the phone up
Ah
Bitch, stop
Unh, ay
Unh
Fa fa fa fa
Unh
Yeah, putting on my sketchers nigga
Unh
Yeah, I'm putting it on my sketchers nigga
Hey, I put four fours in these clips
I might go put them in the dirt
Oh he a little boy, we roll them up and all we know it's smirk
Smirk
I've been casting up these Dracos
All my brothers know it's work
I made little Tommy do a drive-by because you
Know we going to skirt
Skirt
Unh
Ay
Deuces on my cup been totted up
Brody hit the field, so I hit the line
So I might go and blow it up
Feds be watching me, so I hit the line
That pussy-ass boy ain't fast enough
Totting on this glique like I'm J-9
I might go burn the army up
Unh
Yeah
Hoes say T-K-N. I been bouncing groupie hoes from home to home
Might do it again
If I sign a nigga like Lil' Wayne
I might be tha next birdman
I put Glocks on all yall turkeys
Got y'all in the roast bend
Like it's season three
Hanging with the crew
Got new friends
I told Swae go spin the Benz
He spinned again
That's my twin
Mac, be booted up been smoking all this
Weed might blow again
I told Ace go get the hoes
We flip the hoes
That's my twin
Ahhh
Niggas want to kill me, come do it then
I don't got to murder no more because I send my best man
I've been sitting on this leather
Seat you might be a dead man
Please don't f*ck with us
We TTK
My niggas trained to kill
Unh
Niggas want to kill me, come and do it
I'm on Southside, banging hella music
These bitches f*cking too
I ain't no Rollin' 80
I'm a trap, baby
I like the bang music
Because if I'm smoking weed then the pussy green
That's a Rolling Stone music
Unh
Unh
Yeah, niggas wanted me
I'm that same guy playing basketball
You see me on the street
I told my brother Jalen, we been too turnt
We been over the streets
(Overstreet)
If I put a pussy hoe on all this gas, you geeked
Unh
Unh
Yeah, my niggas smirk, smirk
I've been putting all this work in
All my choppers got a twerk
If he see the switch, he the running man
The running man got hurt
So I stand over his dead body and put him on a shirt, nigga
Unh
Moe body's, unh
Unh
Unh, strapped up with my f*cking sketchers,
Ahh
Ahh ha
Waving at that hoe, say nada
Unh
Busting up her chops im papa, huh
Aiming at these hoes, so
She screaming, dada
Bitch, stop calling me
Unh
Bitch, stop calling me
Bitch, stop calling me
Aint gone pick the phone up
Aint gone pick the phone up
Hell naw
Aint gone pick the phone up
Aint gone pick the phone up
Ah
Bitch, stop
Unh, ay
Unh
Fa fa fa fa
Unh
Yeah, putting on my sketchers nigga
Unh
Yeah, I'm putting it on my sketchers nigga
Hey, I put four fours in these clips
I might go put them in the dirt
Oh he a little boy, we roll them up and all we know it's smirk
Smirk
I've been casting up these Dracos
All my brothers know it's work
I made little Tommy do a drive-by because you
Know we going to skirt
Skirt
Unh
Ay
Deuces on my cup been totted up
Brody hit the field, so I hit the line
So I might go and blow it up
Feds be watching me, so I hit the line
That pussy-ass boy ain't fast enough
Totting on this glique like I'm J-9
I might go burn the army up
Unh
Yeah
Hoes say T-K-N. I been bouncing groupie hoes from home to home
Might do it again
If I sign a nigga like Lil' Wayne
I might be tha next birdman
I put Glocks on all yall turkeys
Got y'all in the roast bend
Like it's season three
Hanging with the crew
Got new friends
I told Swae go spin the Benz
He spinned again
That's my twin
Mac, be booted up been smoking all this
Weed might blow again
I told Ace go get the hoes
We flip the hoes
That's my twin
Ahhh
Niggas want to kill me, come do it then
I don't got to murder no more because I send my best man
I've been sitting on this leather
Seat you might be a dead man
Please don't f*ck with us
We TTK
My niggas trained to kill
Unh
Niggas want to kill me, come and do it
I'm on Southside, banging hella music
These bitches f*cking too
I ain't no Rollin' 80
I'm a trap, baby
I like the bang music
Because if I'm smoking weed then the pussy green
That's a Rolling Stone music
Unh
Unh
Yeah, niggas wanted me
I'm that same guy playing basketball
You see me on the street
I told my brother Jalen, we been too turnt
We been over the streets
(Overstreet)
If I put a pussy hoe on all this gas, you geeked
Unh
Unh
Yeah, my niggas smirk, smirk
I've been putting all this work in
All my choppers got a twerk
If he see the switch, he the running man
The running man got hurt
So I stand over his dead body and put him on a shirt, nigga
Unh
Moe body's, unh
Unh
Unh, strapped up with my f*cking sketchers,
Ahh
Ahh ha
Waving at that hoe, say nada
Unh
Busting up her chops im papa, huh
Aiming at these hoes, so
She screaming, dada
Writer: Tiki Lloyd
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