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Travis Robertson
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Richard Walker
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Victor Flint
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Devon Owens
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Matthew Gologorski
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Lyrics
Call the Uber
I just took too many shots, I ain't really talkin' rugers
Midas touch everything gold, I felt like Rick the Ruler
Yeah, my money straight, my **** straight, don't need a ruler
Your money gone, that jewelry fake, who you think you foolin'
Ice all on my neck, I just got it out the cooler
Aim at a **** top, yeah, I'm talkin' Medulla
Talkin' out with they necks, I might call the shooters
Everything all net feel like I'm a hooper
Dunk on him
Double Fs like I flunked on him
Flow hot like it's mid summer
Fuck ones, I just need hundreds,
If I'm in this bitch, I'ma leave with somethin
Carpel tunnel, I just keep thumbin
Bad bitches, they keep comin
Call the Uber
Pullin up six deep, yeah, we tryna bust maneuvers
I pull up to the party late, cause I be the late bloomer
At the party, at the bank, cause I'm tryna see the mula
Yeah, I'm tryna see the mula
Hop in the whip and zoom it
No, I'm not Metro, but I got the shit boomin
You just gotta let go, let it flow, fluid
I just speak from my soul when it comes to this music
When it comes to this music
I'm tryna pull up on the Bentley
And all of these **** gon' envy
We finna make a movie
I might just win me an Emmy
I got the juice, no simply
Just pour my duece gently
I take a sip and I'm gone
**** you know what we on
Call the Uber
I just took too many shots, I ain't really talkin' rugers
Midas touch everything gold, I felt like Rick the Ruler
Yeah, my money straight, my **** straight, don't need a ruler
Your money gone, that jewelry fake, who you think you foolin'
Ice all on my neck, I just got it out the cooler
Aim at a **** top, yeah, I'm talkin' Medulla
Talkin' out they necks, I might call the shooters
Everything all net feel like I'm a Hooper
Dunk on him
Double Fs like I flunked on him
Flow hot like it's mid summer
Fuck ones, I just need hundreds
If I'm in this bitch, I'ma leave with somethin
Carpal tunnel, I just keep thumbin
Bad bitches, they keep comin
Call the Uber to my place
Tell the driver to drive safe
Been fiendin' for that shit all day
Like how much longer can I wait
Finna roll up the whole eighth
Smoke it all to the face, yeah
That's gon get rid of all the angst
That's gon' get rid of all the pain, yeah
It's finna have me on a mountain yea
And if we take the shrooms then we outta here
So call the Uber to my place
Baby girl just call the Uber
I've been dive in it like scuba
Know you gon take the whole ruler
I made it pop like bazooka
You got me on the island
And you know I hear the sirens
Risk it all just to dive in
Written by: Devon Owens, Matthew Gologorski, Richard Walker, Travis Robertson, Victor Flint