Lyrics Next Caller - guapocobain

Connecting the clip to the chop like it′s Wi-Fi
That nigga purping hit him in his right eye
Turn his shirt to a tie dye
I make the work disappear nigga ta-da
Niggas be talking all that fucking rara
These niggas be geeked for applause Lady Gaga
Like Billie Eilish why they say I'm the bad guy
Pop up in an opp hood nigga voila

Next caller
Next caller
You ain′t talking bout shit next caller
Next caller
Next caller
If you ain't giving bop next caller
If you ain't boutta what
If you ain′t boutta what
Next caller, next caller, next caller

All I do
Is think about you
Sike I lied bitch
Choppa make him show his spine bitch
I got a nine bitch
Really want me a dime bitch
Want me a
Hey Guap

Posted up with my men yeah its regular
You ain′t talking about shit you irrelevant
Talking shit now my brodie inhaling him
Green bitch tried to tell me she celibate
I wanna swerve in the range rover
I got some men out in Landover
And these niggas be hot like a supernova
Put a bar in my mufucking peach soda

All I do
Is think about you
Sike I lied bitch
Choppa make him show his spin bitch
I got a nine bitch
Really want me a dime bitch
Want me a uh
Hey Guap

Next caller
Next caller
You ain't talking bout shit next caller
Next caller
Next caller
If you ain′t giving bop next caller
If you ain't boutta what
If you ain′t boutta what
Next caller, next caller, uh next caller

All I do
Is think about you
All I do
Is think about you