Tay.P - 1Call Lyrics

What's he
Yo, yo, uh, pfft
Yo, yo, nigga
One C the tribes

One C the guys, nigga
Yo, yo, One C to my brothers, nigga
One C till I slumber, nigga
Yo, bout my time, don't you waste it , nigga

Really turned into a star from a basic, nigga
I ain't got no patience with him
Rockem like a babysitter, keep ace like im Angel Wilson
They tried to cut me off when I was laying wisdom

Like every time they call, automated system
Better keep your f*cking distance
It won't make no f*cking difference
Tell me, what's the f*cking issue

Niggas knowing when they see me, that's a tough decision
Heavy weight like Sonny Liston
Keep it out of my face
That shit unconvincing

Cut the snake, you cut the hissing
Keep the love, it's nun but fiction
Open ears, it's sum to listen
I don't think they realize that this is some suspicious

I don't think they realize that this is some i visioned
Don't call my phone, I'm busy
I'm busy, yo
Talking, do you hear me, though

I'm going to take the city, ova
Smoking on that NDO
I ain't stressing about a bitch boy the world got plenty hoes
And that's that

G NineTeen keep it packed
See my dream, it's a wrap
Ain't a thing that I lack
Smiling, glee, like I'm yak

Ain't no pen off the hat
Anybody trying to wrestle, gone get get pinned to the mat
Going in to the max, man
Eat shit up like Pac-Man

All black, Batman
Brody, who is that, man
Barking like a dog
You're going to end up with a cat scan

Bitch, I'm from One Call
We dem niggas everlasting
I just had a ball with your bitch, made her back bend
I just took the draws off a bitch, cus my accent

You asking
Shit get colder than Alaskans
Left her in the past tense
No, I ain't trying to hash shit

Totin' on the Glock, bro, got da smiths
I call him Brad Pitt
Think that they can f*ck with us
Damn these niggas that sick

Think that shit gone f*ck me up
Not even a tad, bitch
Act like I don't know you
Get deleted like a bad pic

They don't even know it , nah
Nah, nah
They don't even know it
This shit came with paranoia

Slamming shit like Aaron Gordon
And liftin up like Air Jordan
Won't stab you in your back
I wouldn't even dare, brodie

Don't speak on shit you don't know
You wouldn't even there
Homie, rocking shit like Jam Pony
And this heat got BAM on it

Give a f*ck if you like me
I ain't even plan on it
How you feel is how you feel
Just make sure you stand on it