Blu, Lil Stoney, Swheatpee , Bubb Watts - Call my Nga lyrics

I got the po's looking for me
Like I ain't no g fiends looking for me like
I'm baking them o's i got
Hoes looking for me cause my pea that sweet
Streets on lock without the keys for the lows
I'm on the block with the pillow
Sleeping on 'em i came up with the brillo
Rough times, now we shinning a shit load
Kiss toes
Pose like a king and I'm just a gizmo
Nobody ya should know
The shotti's in the window
Pane, stain the planet
Pomegranate me my grip on
My own 38 I inherited 'cause
They ain't ship those
Niggas got mixed emotions
Bitches be sticking with em
It's pitiful, ha
Hostility hospitable cock pop
Drop 'em like a soft top


Nigga should just roll
I know bitches who practice clapping pistols
Blah

I'm from the block I rock 501's
Where niggas drop the rock when the 5-0 come
It's life, on the street
Gotta eat stomach growling
Money piling, bitches is foulin'
Niggas wildin'
It's been a while, man, but I'm back
Back at it like crack, I got habit's
I guess I'm a crack addict
Focused on getting this bread, my mathematics
Got me going crazy on the ave
I gotta have it
You talking to a nigga ain't have shit
That's why I take what I want, I ain't asking
Ski mask fastening, get that cash
Step off laughing
B's a OG, I got white like aspen
I'll get a nigga popped like aspirin
Seat belt fastening
Keep on smashing for all my niggas
Its Bubb Watts from the block
Don't make me call my niggas

Fist full of dollars, 387 hollows
Let me know if it's a problem
The solution's in my closet
Got my 22 pistol and my 22 rifle
'Cause 500 rounds cost less than the bible
Have him running like a cheetah
He gone need some new addidas
Cut 'em like a pizza
Have'm singing like Aretha
We gone need an alibi to memorize the lies
Or try to catch him slipping'
Buying blunts up on the other side
My 20 gauge'll lay 'em flat
Chest shock 'em out the back
Go old school on 'em
Brass knuckle up his fitted cap
Signal with the flare gun or
Chirp me on the burnout
Throw him in the back seat
Go 80 make 'em get out
Loud mouth, duck tape him, pay backs a clip
He wanna be He-Man, but really he Heathcliff
If he call me a song
Hollow tips shatter bones
He be laying next to cones right
In front of his home

Life as a felon
My trials and tribulations market me strong
I'm pushing through like Noah's
Arc in the storm
I live fast like a meth addict
100 miles per hour on a
One way against traffic savage habit's
Ya weak stomach could never grasp it
Uneducated scholars with no pot to piss in
But they always so full of vision
Ya talk slick, yea I'm coming to slay ya
And when my gun bust
You catch bullets like football players
I bring drama like a soap opera
I got a lot of jewelry but my
Favorite piece is chrome and copper
Proven fact if I feed you this fire
My bars chopped and diced with more
Flavor than pico de gallo
I flow brutal like two shots to head
That's why ya flow ain't right
Kinda like white boys with dreads
Even haters can't deny that I'm nice
Gotta be grimy to receive my flow
Kinda like headlights
Spent all this time building ya buzz
And then you get to the big
Times and choke like Kimbo Slice
All these rappers claiming they don't write
Oh, now I get it
I understand why they songs ain't tight
Ya metaphors and punchlines ain't up to par
Better work on ya cadence boy
Step up ya bars
Ya aura outdated and ya style is tired
Producers and ya engineer
Should've been fired
Talk greasy get ya jaw wired
All these gangsters singing
Remind me of a jail house choir
Where my phone I'm bout to call my nigga
I'm 'bout to call my nigga