Niggas said they wanted Callon and GalickZ on a track
Ain't a moment that you'll see me and I ain't keeping a strap
When I get up on the mic, I'm off a bean when I rap
Niggas thinking they could fight, they Apollo Creed in a match
Ain't no one stopping this we pull up on yo niggas looking Ominous
You f*ck with me, you better pay the consequence I won't drop my confidence
These niggas thinking they the greatest rapper but it turns out that they just the f*cking opposite
Niggas knowing that I stay with a tool it's a fact I'm for certain I don't play in the booth
You just left the beat with air, you just wasting ya food
You ain't got any exposure, no one hating on you
Pulling out the gat now I'm finna let the shells spray Estarossa darkness in me, now I'm using Hellblaze
Glock got a beam and I'm blasting it in Cell's face I bet you Chris Brown'll be the one to run Videl's fade
He be lacking on the streets, we finna take a nigga out
You be confident, the strap come out and now shit going south
Like a swat team, we finna run up in a nigga house let me pass it off to Callon since you niggas wanna shout
Talk to em B
Uh how it look
Make a play By the book just made em hit play without a hook
Well put any bill I could foot from it
An I whip so hard man I got the f*ckin cook jumpin'
Grip so hard man my mic won't function
And the devil in my ear tryna whisper sweet nothins
Ima Kind King but I wouldn't try me
Man I got two sides feelin like I'm siamese
Audee made a time bomb never makin type beats
Thought I threw the roc up I hit em with a Tri Beam
Word to the book keepers Ima push Readers while I'm smokin good reefer
Ain't a role model but I could teach ya a couple thing or two
For you to subtly improve but we off that I done put my dreads in my sock cap
This your mother f*ckin DOOM like I said it all caps
Underworld chillin now you finna meet the com-bats Rumbleworld stay on call from my launch pad
Got a shawty and she Launch bad yeah she keep an automatic
And we stuck through a Lotta static
Ima proto-type no photo lights I got Mamodo ties my fine multiplies
Of dead older guys an that's over mine the lines motorized the sites monetized
Bitch
By The Book (feat. GalickZ) Video (MV)
Performed By: Callon B
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: AUDEEAMONTE WILSON, CALLON NANNY, JORDAN RIDDICK
Callon B - By The Book (feat. GalickZ) Lyrics
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Niggas said they wanted Callon and GalickZ on a track
Ain't a moment that you'll see me and I ain't keeping a strap
When I get up on the mic, I'm off a bean when I rap
Niggas thinking they could fight, they Apollo Creed in a match
Ain't no one stopping this we pull up on yo niggas looking Ominous
You f*ck with me, you better pay the consequence I won't drop my confidence
These niggas thinking they the greatest rapper but it turns out that they just the f*cking opposite
Niggas knowing that I stay with a tool it's a fact I'm for certain I don't play in the booth
You just left the beat with air, you just wasting ya food
You ain't got any exposure, no one hating on you
Pulling out the gat now I'm finna let the shells spray Estarossa darkness in me, now I'm using Hellblaze
Glock got a beam and I'm blasting it in Cell's face I bet you Chris Brown'll be the one to run Videl's fade
He be lacking on the streets, we finna take a nigga out
You be confident, the strap come out and now shit going south
Like a swat team, we finna run up in a nigga house let me pass it off to Callon since you niggas wanna shout
Talk to em B
Uh how it look
Make a play By the book just made em hit play without a hook
Well put any bill I could foot from it
An I whip so hard man I got the f*ckin cook jumpin'
Grip so hard man my mic won't function
And the devil in my ear tryna whisper sweet nothins
Ima Kind King but I wouldn't try me
Man I got two sides feelin like I'm siamese
Audee made a time bomb never makin type beats
Thought I threw the roc up I hit em with a Tri Beam
Word to the book keepers Ima push Readers while I'm smokin good reefer
Ain't a role model but I could teach ya a couple thing or two
For you to subtly improve but we off that I done put my dreads in my sock cap
This your mother f*ckin DOOM like I said it all caps
Underworld chillin now you finna meet the com-bats Rumbleworld stay on call from my launch pad
Got a shawty and she Launch bad yeah she keep an automatic
And we stuck through a Lotta static
Ima proto-type no photo lights I got Mamodo ties my fine multiplies
Of dead older guys an that's over mine the lines motorized the sites monetized
Bitch
Ain't a moment that you'll see me and I ain't keeping a strap
When I get up on the mic, I'm off a bean when I rap
Niggas thinking they could fight, they Apollo Creed in a match
Ain't no one stopping this we pull up on yo niggas looking Ominous
You f*ck with me, you better pay the consequence I won't drop my confidence
These niggas thinking they the greatest rapper but it turns out that they just the f*cking opposite
Niggas knowing that I stay with a tool it's a fact I'm for certain I don't play in the booth
You just left the beat with air, you just wasting ya food
You ain't got any exposure, no one hating on you
Pulling out the gat now I'm finna let the shells spray Estarossa darkness in me, now I'm using Hellblaze
Glock got a beam and I'm blasting it in Cell's face I bet you Chris Brown'll be the one to run Videl's fade
He be lacking on the streets, we finna take a nigga out
You be confident, the strap come out and now shit going south
Like a swat team, we finna run up in a nigga house let me pass it off to Callon since you niggas wanna shout
Talk to em B
Uh how it look
Make a play By the book just made em hit play without a hook
Well put any bill I could foot from it
An I whip so hard man I got the f*ckin cook jumpin'
Grip so hard man my mic won't function
And the devil in my ear tryna whisper sweet nothins
Ima Kind King but I wouldn't try me
Man I got two sides feelin like I'm siamese
Audee made a time bomb never makin type beats
Thought I threw the roc up I hit em with a Tri Beam
Word to the book keepers Ima push Readers while I'm smokin good reefer
Ain't a role model but I could teach ya a couple thing or two
For you to subtly improve but we off that I done put my dreads in my sock cap
This your mother f*ckin DOOM like I said it all caps
Underworld chillin now you finna meet the com-bats Rumbleworld stay on call from my launch pad
Got a shawty and she Launch bad yeah she keep an automatic
And we stuck through a Lotta static
Ima proto-type no photo lights I got Mamodo ties my fine multiplies
Of dead older guys an that's over mine the lines motorized the sites monetized
Bitch
Writer: AUDEEAMONTE WILSON, CALLON NANNY, JORDAN RIDDICK
Copyright: Lyrics © GYB GOT YOUR BACK PUBLISHING, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © GYB GOT YOUR BACK PUBLISHING, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave