G Bugz , Pak-Man - Phone Calls lyrics

Big Pakachino london to Bradford
Beats by NAZ6M
Big money, big jewels, power moves

Yo it's G Bugz bradford stand the fuck up
You are not ready for this one
You know we are out here baby

If there's pigs on my strip
I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff?
I'll make a phone call
Fifty bag lick, I'll get a phone call
Who would've thought I'd get rich
Off of phone calls?
I swear I love it when my phone calls
Same time I be bugging when my phone calls
Cause NCA tried bugging up my phone calls
Still made something out of nothing
From these phonе calls

Lambeth's finest, I grew up in a mad hood
Bruddas gеt mad money, London to Bradford
In Yorkshire with rich Pakis
Cats on the strip scatty
Look how my wrist flashy
Ice keep a bitch happy all my tings 10
10, think I need ten M's
All my watches mine
I don't borrow or rent them
Pull up in a fresh Benz
They think I've hit the jackpot
Stones in my bracelet bigger than crack rocks
Big Pakachino
Couple girls know my first name
Had ten on Tuesday, all gone by Thursday
Last six years I've bought
A watch every birthday
AK-47 cause an earthquake
Real D-boy, I made a hundred phones ring
No Z shots, hit me for a whole thing
Cash fast, stacks large, flash cars
Fat yards
Real rap bars, all my trap stars go in

If there's pigs on my strip
I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff?
I'll make a phone call
Fifty bag lick, I'll get a phone call
Who would've thought I'd get rich
Off of phone calls?
I swear I love it when my phone calls
Same time I be bugging when my phone calls
Cause NCA tried bugging up my phone calls
Still made something out of nothing
From these phone calls

In the can I had plans for when I touch road
Copped a 38, came with the long snub nose
Look me in my eye brother
Look at where this slug goes
I'm married to the streets brother
So I'm screaming "Fuck hoes"
I ain't ever had a bitch to rely on
I'm there for the beat
Fuck a shoulder to cry on
Now I've got hella man asking me what am I on
I tell them "Pussies can't play with a lion"
I'm a beast in the street
You can ask about me bark up the wrong tree
Them man will get rowdy
And my food TT, no fucking Audi
Making the fiends shake like
They come from Saudi
And you say you've got keys but
It's only to your mum's house
Little bruddas think they're trap stars
Off of one ounce when it comes to the beef
Yeah you're run out
Cause when I land on your
Street it's a shut down

If there's pigs on my strip
I get a phone call
You want a brick of the sniff?
I'll make a phone call
Fifty bag lick, I'll get a phone call
Who would've thought I'd get rich
Off of phone calls?
I swear I love it when my phone calls
Same time I be bugging when my phone calls
Cause NCA tried bugging up my phone calls
Still made something out of nothing
From these phone calls