lirik lagu allblack - outcalls (intro)
[intro]
uh, ayy, promise you i can do this sh-t
huh, yeah, yeah, n-gga i’m still other side, n-gga
it’s black, don’t make this sh-t look easy
it’s black, still the same n-gga that beat your motherf-ckin’ -ss too
don’t give me another f-ckin’ chance with this sh-t, i’m tellin’ you
all that dirty -ss sh-t, i’ma start d-gg-n’ n-ggas out
[verse]
the other night i knocked a b-tch thick as h-ll named denise
at first she wasn’t with it ’cause she heard i was a p
shawty fine as h-ll but i can’t put her on my team
all she want to do is smoke and vent to me ’bout what she need
well let me tell you something b-tch, i ain’t lil dave who sell weed
acceptin’ -ss instead of cash, smokin’ b-tches out for free
i do not sell grams, i smell cookies by the p
tell n-ggas who be shippin’ i got bags for twenty-three
shout out them real n-ggas who coppin’ five or better when they shoppin’
the plug ain’t showin’ love and tryna show me, i’m gon’ rob him
being broke is not an option, i ain’t goin’ back to top ramen
same name, same game, other side, we still mobbin’
i see you b-tches watchin’, i heard you n-ggas plottin’
you must ain’t heard i got a golden globe for playin’ possum
i ain’t in shape or got time to be wrestling or boxing
i’ma buy a n-gga life with this nickel in my pocket, come on and try
can’t wear your watch in the rain, it’s a fake
no diploma and your phone bill late
you don’t help, shoo fly, stay the f-ck up out my face
i’m with the stinc team, bet a franklin we gon’ torch up the place
designer jeans, triple-a white and a pistol in my drawers
forty-two fake, ain’t pay him sh-t, i blew him at the mall
another side n-ggas no fade, since ’06 we had it all
i’ma handle smoke on my own, i ain’t finna make no calls
i be runnin’ through them grape lines, adore, montee ball
shorty said he runnin’ plays but his wallet look like he jog
i feel like boosie, cash on me, n0body gon’ harm me
ain’t steppin’ in the party if i can’t bring my forty
before i slid on the party, had to call tianna
check it out, open your bag, take this motherf-ckin’ osalama
my face straight just in case i gotta cook a n-gga, benihana
lookin’ for problems, swear to god he know some migo n-ggas front a dollar
across the country with some packs, you would not believe it
f-ck 12, they get behind me, i’ma leave ’em bleachin’
karma hit a n-gga at the wrong time for the right reason
i’m tired of teachin’, tie off, i might just miss a n-gga
tired of goin’ back and forth, i’m freein’ these b-tches
a girlfriend i cannot keep, they want too much attention
chin strap, buckle the helmet, let’s finish the mission
[outro]
yeah, that’s it, f-ck it
dtb, dtb, thank you
i tried it, n-gga, yeah
n-gga don’t come at me with that all gas sh-t
and all that freestyle dumb-ss sh-t
n-gga i’m gon’ slide on the dice how i wanna slide on the dice n-gga, period
f-ck all them motherf-ckin’ awards, none of that dumb -ss sh-t n-gga
dtb, dtb, black
yeah, shout out offset jim, period
n-gga, yeah, i gotta go
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