Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Call Me Hood
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Mitchell
Songwriter
Issac Jordan
Songwriter
Lyrics
Shawty bad to the bone look like my type,
She ain’t got no phone had to call her on Skype,
When I went to her home she ain’t have no lights,
When I went in her fridge she ain’t have no ice,
When she tried to make a meal she ain’t have no spice,
So I looked in the cabinet and I seen a couple mice,
Bitches think they big bad really out here down bad,
I ain’t even wanna hit I just dipped now she mad,
I could spot a hoe quick learned that shit from my dad,
Never called her ass again now her story lookin sad,
I don’t even need the glory im just tryna get a bag,
All I see is tits and ass on my snap chat,
Your boyfriend don’t want drama told that **** bag back,
Don’t be suprised when she ask where the cash at,
I don’t need no clout u can have that,
I’m just tryna make a flip no mattress,
Already lit I don’t need no matches,
Only love u on camera she a actress,
U fucked up heard u took that bitch to sax 5th,
She ate my dick and I took that hoe to Zaxbys,
Say she tryna run a train she an athlete,
Pop that pussy baby shake that laffy taffy ,
She throw it back in a circle like a track meet,
Blocked her on everything she still tryna add me,
Had to send her ass home in a taxi,
Lied to her she still think my name bradley,
Told her what she wanna hear to make her happy,
Now she lyin tryna say that I’m da pappy,
Pussy like Niagara Falls call her Ashley,
I cut her off bet she prolly wanna slap me,
I aleaked her number sent her cash then she dashed me,
This lil thot ain’t got bodies she got casualties,
Whole hood eating hood like Applebees,
Im from a tribe called judah no macabee,
Ain’t gotta tell already know why they mad at me ,
Fuck the boys they can’t put me on the backstreet,
Spent some time out west bulletproof my vest,
Told that bitch say less I don’t need no stress,
You ain’t even gotta Quest Royal City what I rep,
Ma lil cuz in a frat I ain’t even gotta step,
Shawty bad to the bone look like my type,
She ain’t got no phone had to call her on Skype,
When I went to her home she ain’t have no lights,
When I went in her fridge she ain’t have no ice,
When she tried to make a meal she ain’t have no spice,
So I looked in the cabinet and I seen a couple mice,
Bitches think they big bad really out here down bad,
I ain’t even wanna hit I just dipped now she mad,
I could spot a hoe quick learned that shit from my dad,
Never called her ass again now her story lookin sad,
I don’t even need the glory im just tryna get a bag,
All I see is tits and ass on my snap chat,
Your boyfriend don’t want drama told that **** bag back,
Don’t be suprised when she ask where the cash at,
I don’t need no clout u can have that,
I’m just tryna make a flip no mattress,
Written by: David Mitchell, Issac Jordan