Текст песни 100 Missed Calls - Yung Mal

When I woke up, I had a 100 missed calls, text, message
No, I can't talk and I don't wanna kick it (naw)
I don't got time for chillin'
You know I grind not get it (grind)
I was in the valley with Billy (Billy)
I made a diamond dirty many
Might pull up eight diamonds
I'm 30 deep with my niggas (gang)
Neck full of diamonds
I got the rock like I'm June (ice, ye)

Give me a tool like I'm Bob The Builder (mhm)
Racks that talk
Every account, every stash getting filled
Have you ever seen a hundred thou-blue hunid Bill's (huh)
They say I'm Hollywood, I'm in the hills
Got Forgiato all on my whip (shit)
Just seen the scene my brother got killed (fuck)
All y'all niggas wanna be like Mal Lil Quill
Come to Zone 6 where that shit get too real

Racks, bust in my pockets, I got to many bans that ain't fittin' (damn)
Take her back stage, let her suck ten mins (ahh)
Don't got much time for these bitches (no)
I got this shit on lock like a pick (on lock)
Got my own guap, never asked you for shit (rack)

Yes, I got paid, for like a meet (ye)
When I get bored then I might send a hit
Rocking Dior, got your bitch on my dick
Drip, and my wrist got a whole brick
Hop in a foreign, do tricks

Look at this shit
We was so broke, I ain't think we would ever get fixed
I turn this into a business
Spending this money, I'm dizzy
Switching my cars and all on 'em tinted
Last night, I flew to Philly

When I woke up, I had a 100 missed calls, text, message
No, I can't talk and I don't wanna kick it (naw)
I don't got time for chillin'
You know I grind not get it (grind)
I was in the valley with Billy (Billy)
I made a diamond dirty many
Might pull up eight diamonds
I'm 30 deep with my niggas (gang)
Neck full of diamonds
I got the rock like I'm June (ice, ye)

Give me a tool like I'm Bob The Builder (mhm)
Racks that talk
Every account, every stash getting filled
Have you ever seen a hundred thou-blue hunid Bill's (huh)
They say I'm Hollywood, I'm in the hills
Got Forgiato all on my whip (shit)
Just seen the scene my brother got killed (fuck)
All y'all niggas wanna be like Mal Lil Quill
Come to Zone 6 where that shit get too real

Real, deal, holy, field (yeah)
Bitch, I got drip like a oil spill
Just think about if lil' plug was here (plug)
I know he'll put them racks up to his ear
Come from that script, I had to run up my chips
TayTay show me loose lips ain't shit (damn)
I bet that hoe leave when your bankroll skimp (fact)

All these hoes working their lips
Shoot at yo' crib, F&N give you a kiss
We don't attempt, we don't miss
Left 'em stankin' just like fish
Niggas so broke, they don't even exist

I ball for real, never been on the bench
I hit and I pass her so quick (so quick)
Not with the talk and shit
Definitely ain't having no time to be texting

When I woke up, I had a 100 missed calls, text, message
No, I can't talk and I don't wanna kick it (naw)
I don't got time for chillin'
You know I grind not get it (grind)
I was in the valley with Billy (Billy)
I made a diamond dirty many
Might pull up eight diamonds
I'm 30 deep with my niggas (gang)
Neck full of diamonds
I got the rock like I'm June (ice, ye)

Give me a tool like I'm Bob The Builder (mhm)
Racks that talk
Every account, every stash getting filled
Have you ever seen a hundred thou-blue hunid Bill's (huh)
They say I'm Hollywood, I'm in the hills
Got Forgiato all on my whip (shit)
Just seen the scene my brother got killed (fuck)
All y'all niggas wanna be like Mal Lil Quill
Come to Zone 6 where that shit get too real