Dem Callin' (feat. Playboi Carti)

Oh my God, Ramriddlz and Cash Carti Hahaha, what the fuck is she talkin' about, nigga? Haha, it's Cash Carti, nigga, I spend bands on err', haha Hahaha, ayy Damn my life the shit, damn your life a bitch, uh Hope, that's not your bitch, yeah, swear she be on dick, yeah She be with the shits, yeah, they be with the shits, yeah All these hoes up in my trap, man I just take a pic (yeah-yeah), yeah Ballin' like my middle name Spalding She know I'm ballin', that's why all these hoes callin' They just wanna fuck me for my cash, fuck me for my racks Bend the bitch back, she gon' give me that I'm in Toronto fuckin' bitches I just met, ayy Bitches I just met, ayy, we blowin' gas Blowin' dank Cali, bought my ho some Bally Only shrimp and salad, only 'bout that salad I don't know what you see in me I'm too slumped off this lean and green Yeah-yeah, that's why I got bitches callin' Yeah-yeah, that's why I got bitches callin' I don't know what you see in me I'm too drunk off this Hennessy Yeah-yeah, that's why all them bitches callin' That's why I got your bitch callin' Yeah, she callin' my phone Give me FaceTime, no iPhone Wrap around my python Fuck me with the lights on, to my song Rum-bu-bum-bum-bum all night long You be playin' games too much See me, I don't say too much Good weed and I'm satisfied And them thighs and I'm satisfied Call me like ring ring Devil of a ting on my ding-ling Rub on the thong-thong-thong She love me long-long-long Holy hell, babes just wanna Ramriddlz and chill Give her holy wood in hell Give her hell in the city of angels Eating good, call me Uncle Phil She catch a still, and now she catchin' feels Poppin' pills for the way it feels (yeah) Beat the box up like ding-ding-ding Then it's bye-bye-bye like NSYNC I-I-I don't know what you see in me I'm too slumped off this lean and green Yeah-yeah, that's why I got bitches callin' Yeah-yeah, that's why I got bitches callin' I don't know what you see in me I'm too drunk off this Hennessy Yeah-yeah, that's why all them bitches callin' Yeah-yeah, that's why all them bitches callin' Every time I pick a fit, she just take a pic Every time I'm off the fifth I just dick a bitch (yeah) I'm in ATL, cuttin' peaches I just picked Everything halal, so no pepperoni nips I got a Guata-thotta-malan callin' Guacamole, jalapeño body She just wanna party with Riddlz and Carti Said her name's Sally, say she from the valley We breakin' backs, break her back in Cali I don't know what you see in me But I'm crushin' on that punani Yeah-yeah, that's why I got bitches callin' Yeah-yeah, that's why I got bitches callin' I don't know what you see in me But I'm crushin' on that punani Yeah-yeah, that's why I got bitches callin' That's why I got your bitch callin'