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make the call
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Hip-Hop/Rap
make the call was released on May 22, 2026 by HIGH IQ / EMPIRE as a part of the album colored by emotion
album cover
Release DateMay 22, 2026
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sad 1900
Big Sad 1900
Vocals
Philthy Rich
Philthy Rich
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Sad 1900
Big Sad 1900
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dj Idea
Dj Idea
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Just like that
Okay, like that
[Chorus]
Pull up in the coupe and lay the top down (For sure that)
Bad bitches, champagne in my compound (You know that)
A big dog, I make the call, they lay your block down
I put them **** under pressure, why stop now? (Why stop now?)
I'm callin' **** out by name, I think you a ho (Think you a ho-ass ****)
I'm goin' out like Mayweather, I'm fifty and oh (For sure that)
I'll spend a million on four cars, just tell me I won't (Bitch, tell me I won't)
I'm hoppin' out the black truck, I'm blowin' the smoke (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
I love my ****, I'm just tryna see what **** on (You know that)
We havin' million-dollar talks on these iPhones
I buckle up in speed limit 'cause the ride long
A buff **** play with me, he just gon' die strong
Bitch, I'm up now, I don't wanna fuck now
Mind on the money, end zone, do a touchdown
Bitch don't wanna suck, I drop her off, now she bus-bound
Diamonds on the Rollie and the neck, I go bustdown
**** spoke on my name, ain't know what came with it
**** die about this shit, I told you I'm the biggest
Speakin' out of turn, I catch you, you gon' fix it
I be chillin', we tired of **** talkin' like they richest
[Chorus]
Pull up in the coupe and lay the top down (For sure that)
Bad bitches, champagne in my compound (You know that)
A big dog, I make the call, they lay your block down
I put them **** under pressure, why stop now? (Why stop now?)
I'm callin' **** out by name, I think you a ho (Think you a ho-ass ****)
I'm goin' out like Mayweather, I'm fifty and oh (For sure that)
I'll spend a million on four cars, just tell me I won't (Bitch, tell me I won't)
I'm hoppin' out the black truck, I'm blowin' the smoke (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Hoppin' out the Rolls truck, the stars in the ceiling
****, fuck your opinion, I'm up a couple million
Fuckin' on this baddie, she think that she Natalie Nunn
What other **** you know done had a twenty-year run?
Bitch, I'm well-off, boxes gettin' mailed off
Bitch been down a dime, she sold her pussy 'til it fell off
I spent a million on four cars, I swear to God I did
I spent five million on jewelry, I forgot I did
Ask Carl, ask Ben, ****, ask Gary
The biggest thing that ever come up out of Seminary
Ask Wafi, ask Johnny, rest in peace to Hutch
F&N on me hoppin' out this bulletproof truck (It's Philthy)
[Chorus]
Pull up in the coupe and lay the top down (For sure that)
Bad bitches, champagne in my compound (You know that)
A big dog, I make the call, they lay your block down
I put them **** under pressure, why stop now? (Why stop now?)
I'm callin' **** out by name, I think you a ho (Think you a ho-ass ****)
I'm goin' out like Mayweather, I'm fifty and oh (For sure that)
I'll spend a million on four cars, just tell me I won't (Bitch, tell me I won't)
I'm hoppin' out the black truck, I'm blowin' the smoke (Yeah)
Written by: Big Sad 1900
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