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atl smook - call back lyrics

[chorus]
told that b+tch when i hang up, don’t call back (yeah)
you know i hate when you act like a brat
i took a trip just to pick up some racks (yeah)
i’m pourin’ up codeine inside a maybach
he diss the gang, you know we get him whacked (yeah)
vvs in my chain look like an ice attack
i want some brain, but this ho wanna chat (yeah)
he say that he street, but he just a street cat
double r, rude boy, you know i be that
in the air, b+tch, you know that’s where we at
goin’ out sad, i could never be that
m’s in my future, i think i see that
no stephen curry, but i’m ridin’ with the 30
my migo got kilos, he keep him some birdies
i get on codeinе, yeah, i geek like i’m nerdy
put holеs in his shirt, turn that b+tch to a jersey

[verse]
i bought my ho saint laurent (ysl)
in the porsche, in the front is the trunk
i gotta double my cup (double)
backwood, i keep it stuffed, crushed
run it up, run it up, know that’s a must (run it up)
beat it up, beat it up, i’m in her guts (beat it up)
do the dash in that bentley, it give me a rush
i’m walkin’ [?] right now, i’m in a rush
cartier watch, cartier cuffs
fell asleep at the wheel, sippin’ on tuss’
boy, i don’t got no chill, don’t give a f+ck
yeah, he talkin’ big like a [?], ain’t nothin’ to pull up
pull out that chopper, i give him crew cut
don’t got my head on, no, i’m not screwed up, yeah
[chorus]
told that b+tch when i hang up, don’t call back (yeah)
you know i hate when you act like a brat
i took a trip just to pick up some racks (yeah)
i’m pourin’ up codeine inside a maybach
he diss the gang, you know we get him whacked (yeah)
vvs in my chain look like an ice attack
i want some brain, but this ho wanna chat (yeah)
he say that he street, but he just a street cat
double r, rude boy, you know i be that
in the air, b+tch, you know that’s where we at
goin’ out sad, i could never be that
m’s in my future, i think i see that
no stephen curry, but i’m ridin’ with the 30
my migo got kilos, he keep him some birdies
i get on codeine, yeah, i geek like i’m nerdy
put holes in his shirt, turn that b+tch to a jersey

- atl smook lyrics

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