CALLING FROM PRIVATE

Jason, put the stick down

Ha-ha

It's your turn, come on

She calling my number from private

She tryna just reach out to me

Bae, I'm tired of all of this silence

You texting me once, then delete

I'm off of this Perc', I can't eat

I'm falling in love with Mystique

Don't know her, but I need a piece

I miss my lil' bitch from the East

It's fucked up that I can't be honest

She bucking the game like Giannis

She tired of all of this lyin'

I'm tired of all of this tryin'

And the coupe with the stars make her cry

Poured another one, I ain't even high

Don't wan' front, girl, I'm tryna make a film

She so tight to my hip like a Skim

I'm so focused on money, it's sick

Let me light this shit up like a Bic

Lucky seven, I scramble like Vick

If you owin', we taking your Rick

Fucked her once, but this a new body

I just made me a ten like a hobby

I just flew the lil' bitch out to Hobby

She like X but I got her on molly

She a freak but she tryna be modest

What we do, I ain't telling nobody

The money bring her out of hiding

I done fucked this lil' bitch on an island

I don't care if you're high in mileage

Tryna just change up my climate

I'm stacking this money, it's climbing

Sat back and I plotted on timing

She gon' do what I say like Simon

She gon' do what I say 'cause I'm me

We done fucked at the top of the suite

Block her call, she won't text for a week

She like playing these games for the 'Gram

In the city, I treat her like fam

At the city, my baby, no wham

She done turned to a star on the cam

She done turned to a star in my movie

Saditty, my baby is choosey

In twenty minutes, I'm fucking this groupie

In twenty minutes, I'm feeling like Uzi

Parked the Benz, then I Bentley coupe it

See your friends, they act like some groupies

Don't wanna play in your face but I do

You so fucked up, you gon' let me do it

She calling my number from private

She tryna just reach out to me

Bae, I'm tired of all of this silence

You texting me once, then delete

I'm off of this Perc', I can't eat

I'm falling in love with Mystique

Don't know her, but I need a piece

I miss my lil' bitch from the East

It's fucked up that I can't be honest

She bucking the game like Giannis

She tired of all of this lyin'

I'm tired of all of this tryin'

And the coupe with the stars make her cry

Poured another one, I ain't even high

Don't wan' front, girl, I'm tryna make a film

She so tight to my hip like a Skim