Momma Callin

Telephone, ring, ring, ring Boy this yo momma calling You spent 300 on clothes I bet you think you ballin Ma u know I'm rapper Ya boi just going in all in Finna get my fam in these mansions Momma there ain't no Stalin Worked yo ass off all of my life Just tryna pay you back I'm finna put my blood in this shit Hope you okay wit that Told me it's bout being myself I ain't afraid to black We going up, put that on God Smoking that Satin Pack in Kilo's And then we reload Cooking up wit my amigos We 1+3 though This shi be easy like a free-throw That's on my ego If this a game then bitch I'm BMO I got the cheat code I move wit no sound All my niggas dogs, they on fours, 20 toes down Say here's Senju, opening doors, but we still broke now Might rear end you, cuz you too slow, we on the go now Don't pretend you, catching my flow, I'm up to FloTown Lil bitch Ooh Synchronize, Synchronize yourself Ooh It's bout more, then pussy, weed, and wealth Ooh Synchronize, Synchronize yourself Ooh It's bout more, then pussy, weed, and wealth Telephone, ring, ring, ring Boy this is craig nigga When u finna call my ass back, thought you was dead nigga I ain't yo side piece son, why I'm read on nigga Get that out yo head nigga Sorry my boi craig, I been Ooh, I been the stu, I'm just tryna boom I'll call soon, that's just how I be, that's just how I do In the room, keep that mask on me, like I'm MF DOOM I ain't never finna be a social nigga till the tomb, uh Reality, I'm antisocial, human touch depravity My family mad at me because my check ins bad like cavities Stepping big but there's a mystery hind my morality Mentality been wavering, waving away my agony, shit Ooh Synchronize, Synchronize yourself Ooh It's bout more, then pussy, weed, and wealth Ooh Synchronize, Synchronize yourself Ooh It's bout more, then pussy, weed, and wealth Hey Aaron, it's grandaddy Ju- just callin- Just calling to talk with ya I didn't want anything just calling to holler at you for a few minutes I'll talk with you later