Shoreline Mafia Callin Lyrics
Callin by Shoreline Mafia
[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Ay
Ay
She just keep callin' my phone
Hello
She just keep callin' my phone (brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
She just keep callin' my
She just keep callin' my-callin' my what?
Abstract G
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
She ask what I'm doin'
I'm pourin' up
She just can't help it but notice us
End of the night, she be hoeing up
All my niggas be goin' up
Count it up runnin' my check up
I got a pint off a check-up
Finessin' the pharmacist (finessin' the pharmacist)
Finessin' the pharmacist
Got different pills like they condoments
I be on other shit, and she be all on my dick
When you was sleeping, was on some shit
I need that mazzi bitch
Been through a lot of shit
I ain't with that drama shit
You can't dodge hollow tips
Run up these bands like it's politics (politics, damn)
That's what's goin on
I'm just-I'm just smokin' strong
Instagram niggas
I see a bunch of clones
Tryna fuck your baby momma from the back
Ridin' with the reggie but the reggie's in the back
Say you need a feature
Then a nigga needa rack
Geekin' off the molly, swear [?] runnin' laps (runnin' laps)
That's what Fenix on
I'm just-I'm just smokin' strong
Instagram niggas
I see a bunch of clones
[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
She just keep blowin' my phone
I just keep blowin' the smoke
She just popped up in my home
That's that shit I won't condone
She just sent my nigga pictures
Tuned off the xan, got the hiccups
Sippin' the lean out the pitcher
She beggin' me for a picture
I just rolled up 'bout three Swishers
She said my dick was delicious
Smokin' on gas not no midget (Gas)
Smokin' on gas not no midget (Gas) (Gas) (Gas)
Smokin' on gas not no midget
Got a double cup
Popped a double stack
Got two hoes then I doubled that
Double the money then run it back
Runnin' these play like a runnin' back
If I hit it once then she comin' back
Foul shit, ay none of that
Got a new bitch with a hunnid tats
Got a hunnid clips for a hunnid rats
Niggas be snitches
Niggas be bitches
Niggas, they mad cause I poured up they check and then fucked up the digits
Fuck all the comas mane
If a nigga want to fuck up on me
I'm up in them llamas mane
Up in them llamas mane
Ain't wit' all that drama mane
Ay
Ay
She just keep callin' my phone
Hello
She just keep callin' my phone (brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
She just keep callin' my
She just keep callin' my-callin' my what?
Abstract G
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
She ask what I'm doin'
I'm pourin' up
She just can't help it but notice us
End of the night, she be hoeing up
All my niggas be goin' up
Count it up runnin' my check up
I got a pint off a check-up
Finessin' the pharmacist (finessin' the pharmacist)
Finessin' the pharmacist
Got different pills like they condoments
I be on other shit, and she be all on my dick
When you was sleeping, was on some shit
I need that mazzi bitch
Been through a lot of shit
I ain't with that drama shit
You can't dodge hollow tips
Run up these bands like it's politics (politics, damn)
That's what's goin on
I'm just-I'm just smokin' strong
Instagram niggas
I see a bunch of clones
Tryna fuck your baby momma from the back
Ridin' with the reggie but the reggie's in the back
Say you need a feature
Then a nigga needa rack
Geekin' off the molly, swear [?] runnin' laps (runnin' laps)
That's what Fenix on
I'm just-I'm just smokin' strong
Instagram niggas
I see a bunch of clones
[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
She just keep blowin' my phone
I just keep blowin' the smoke
She just popped up in my home
That's that shit I won't condone
She just sent my nigga pictures
Tuned off the xan, got the hiccups
Sippin' the lean out the pitcher
She beggin' me for a picture
I just rolled up 'bout three Swishers
She said my dick was delicious
Smokin' on gas not no midget (Gas)
Smokin' on gas not no midget (Gas) (Gas) (Gas)
Smokin' on gas not no midget
Got a double cup
Popped a double stack
Got two hoes then I doubled that
Double the money then run it back
Runnin' these play like a runnin' back
If I hit it once then she comin' back
Foul shit, ay none of that
Got a new bitch with a hunnid tats
Got a hunnid clips for a hunnid rats
Niggas be snitches
Niggas be bitches
Niggas, they mad cause I poured up they check and then fucked up the digits
Fuck all the comas mane
If a nigga want to fuck up on me
I'm up in them llamas mane
Up in them llamas mane
Ain't wit' all that drama mane