Keep Calling my phone (feat. Caboose, BoutaBagTjay & Tapgink)

They keep dialing my phone, all they gon' get is voice tone, now I gotta get it on my own

Reaper of the night riding in on a nightmare, they keep dialing my line

I ain't picking up this time, get it on my own

From the night to the morn, playing all the day, riding in on a unicorn

Brought a bad bitch and I rode in on a unicorn

I remember day 6th grade wearing uniform

Running around being a kid, learning Cuneiform

Didn't have to worry about siren bitches and false alarms

Now that I'm older, I stay out the way

Been a cool minute since careless days

I'm on my grind, got bills to be paid

Life is a puzzle, a rigorous maze

Don't call my phone, I ain't got time for talking

Bird on the perch, can't let that bitch hawk in

Gotta go to work, ain't no time for no call in

Click dial tone for your uncalled comments

**** this ain't fantasy, lion, witch in a wardrobe

Head type of **** like I'm talking in Morse code

Heat a bitch up, yeah I'm balling

Noris cole, you the type of **** participate in a glory hole

I'm the type of **** to monopolize, I'm on a roll

Digging in her guts, that's why she call me the coochie mole

All these **** copying, man I swear that they human drones

Ghetto Kid anthem, bitch, I need my provolone

I need my cheese and I need my dough

If you ain't got it then I hit the dough

I'm on my own, don't call up my phone

Bitch leave me alone, yeah bitch leave me alone

They keep dialing my phone

All they gon' get is voice tones

Now I gotta get it on my own

Reaper of the night riding in on a nightmare

They keep dialing my line

I ain't picking up this time

Get it on my own from the night to the morn

Player of the day riding in on a unicorn

Quit calling my phone my dear

All you gonna get is the tone my dear

I done came on my own my dear

Now this situation really blown my dear

I think I wanna get me a gold veneer

So when I cheese at a bitch I make her disappear

Came out the jungle with a stick, baby this a spear but not really

**** say that they cheese at steak, it's not Philly

I've been creeping on the low in this block, I'm not lefty

Lines fucked up like I disabled my right arm

Bitch I am not no lefty

Your mixtape trash boy remind me of Hefty

I saw your main bitch in the club and she looking kinda tough

Boy I might bring her home and baby mama gon' let me

Camcorders all in the corner, we making sex scenes

One cock beat up both spots, it get messy

Threesomes and four plays , we looking like sex geeks

In other words I really think we some sex freaks

But still I'm a dead beef, I'm trying to run it up and don't let me

Cold Glock straight shots to your dome like a head lean

Speaking of head lean, I got a couple cases of red drink

And a couple bats of triple stack E's make your head weak

And a couple shots off the deagle leaving you extinct

And I told this bitch she never stop the rain, I'm like Missy

Like Missy, bitch you can miss me

With all the bullshit, I don't care, don't diss me

And yeah we know you clean and the cat not fishy

Bitch the only thing you know how to do is write the D like a 10 speed

I'm not hating, I'm just saying

We gon' try to stack the bread till we can't tame it

No I'm not friends with kanan

Baby I just wanna be famous

Girl don't get me mad when I'm getting money, I hate when

They keep dialing my phone

All they gon' get is voice tones

Now I gotta get it on my own

Reaper of the night riding in on a nightmare

They keep dialing my line

I ain't picking up this time

Get it on my own from the night to the morn

Player of the day riding in on a unicorn

I told the bitch please stop calling me baby

I'm not gon' pick up, shut up

I need everything, keys, cars, money, etc

Matter of fact, bitch ass ****, just back up

I got crazy thoughts and sometimes I can't manage them

Damaging my mind, frame on these canvases

Like I was back in school, I was the

Nowadays I'm just an artist my ****, I ain't gon' lie

Ching chong and I'm one van boy, I stay fried

And no I'm not a tech guy, but I got a tech guy

Dunk on a **** real nasty looking, the ref eyes

Oh you ain't see Uncle Ruckus, use your good eyes

Pulled up, feeling like clay, I got a molded shot

Hit the crib, bust shorty down, she got a fat knot

Now shorty happy as fuck because she got some guac

They keep dialing my phone

All they gon' get is voice tones

Now I gotta get it on my own

Reaper of the night riding in on a nightmare

They keep dialing my line

I ain't picking up this time

Get it on my own from the night to the morn

Player of the day riding in on a unicorn

Ayo, so yeah this song fire

I'm telling y'all I got ideas

Why this bitch keep calling my phone bro

Why you keep calling your phone

Y'all **** gotta get it together bro