Call Back

Why don't you call back, out here ridin' on one peg, you got me on my last leg, still a real stepper
I had to get it together, Her friends like period, always, condoning your shit
Yeah, they do this often, tryna get in your head, Yeah, I'm done, gotta move on
From this, yeah, I gotta move on

They don't get it, they ain't seen the shit I went through
Can't pick up where we left off, it's like that for a reason
They want us to fall back now, let's see where that shit get us
I went and picked a Ziploc, gotta stay on it

Don't fuck with fake niggas, can't stay homies, You faking your streams, that's payola
Fur coat be coyote, Ain't talkin' money, get dial toned
Been the shit boy, get a diaper on him, Target the money, got a sniper on it
Got niggas running drills like Dyson

Yeah, shit got me up, Pour some more, that ain't enough
In the club, two baddies bumpin' butts
I walked in clean like soap suds
It's entirely my fault, yeah, this one's all on me

Should've peeped the signs, should've seen the omens
Runnin' out of time, should've seized the moment
Keep playin' these games like one dance
I'm like, oh, baby, you leave your footprint in the sand

Visa, first class, that's what I'm sayin'
I'ma tell your ex and friends, fuck that, I'ma land