Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
1TakeJay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deangelo Smith
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
Jachin Deshawn Jenkins
Songwriter
Jeff Turner II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RONRONTHEPRODUCER
Mixing Engineer
Lowthegreat
Producer
Low the Great
Producer
Ron-Ron The Producer
Mixing Engineer
Lirik
[Verse 1]
Hello? Bop, bop
Wait, hold up, I'm finna turn this bitch up
[Verse 2]
Hello? What the fuck do you want?
Hello? Stop calling my phone
Hello? What the fuck do you want?
Hello? Stop calling my phone
Hello? Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
[Verse 3]
Aye, you only call me when I'm with my other bitch
Aye, you only call me when I'm tryna get rich
You called a hundred times
This shit don't make no sense
But I'm declining it 'cause you be on that broke shit
I blocked you, your mama and your sister too
So what that mean? I'm probably not fucking with you
Can't wife a bitch if she fucking on the whole crew
I ain't gotta do it, you already exposed you
They said you love to pop pussy, they was so true
Stop reminiscing, talking 'bout how we was so cool
I'm praying that you move on like you supposed to
Like yesterday's episode, bitch, you old news
If you looking for a square, I'm the wrong dude
Aye, put it in her stomach, call that soul food
Now you realize I'm the one, bitch, I told you
But you trash, so I had to dispose you
[Verse 4]
Hello? What the fuck do you want?
Hello? Stop calling my phone
Hello? What the fuck do you want?
Hello? Stop calling my phone
Hello? Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
[Verse 5]
Living my best life, bitch, please don't fuck it up
'Cause you the type to see I got a bitch and try to fuck it up
Them old texts and old pictures, girl, please give it up
Like Mean Girls, I hope your ass get hit by a fucking bus
You bad energy, I promise you are not a vibe
I don't smoke, but you still fucking up my high
You in my face, but you the last thing on my mind
I'm not fucking with you, can't say that enough times
Stop calling, 'cause my new bitch crazy
Instead of mace, this bitch carry a .380
Instead of hoes, I be with her on the daily
We focus on each other 'cause we both ain't got no babies
Can't argue with you if that shit ain't finna pay me
It's always bitches with no money talking crazy
I'll be damned if I let a bitch play me
I'm finna send this to your ****, bitch, say cheese
[Verse 6]
Hello? What the fuck do you want?
Hello? Stop calling my phone
Hello? What the fuck do you want?
Hello? Stop calling my phone
Hello? Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
Aye, what the fuck do you want, bitch?
[Verse 7]
"Damn Tay, she callin' you again? God damn"
"Boy listen, this bitch needs to stop playin' wit' me
This bitch done hit me via email, I then blocked her number
She done called me off 30 different blocked numbers
What could you possibly want with me? God damn."
Written by: Deangelo Johnson, Deangelo Smith, Jachin Jenkins Jr.

