Che - Call Me lyrics
che [Chase Shaun Mitchell] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Che - Call Me lyrics]
I'm guaped up
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if a nigga want it, I shot him
It's up, in a zip like, god damn, alright then
Like culos, baby we can go to mars, like Bruno
Strong ass AR like Juno, too far, too far, I got two phones
But baby don't touch my jewels though
That Number Nine, I'm so cool, oh
Okay freak ass hoes, I'm gone do those (Yeah)
E-I-O I shoot those, yea we gon' shoot em, but who knows?
She want a Moncler polo
It feel like I been doin' this shit though
I won't force you baby, I'm so old
New bought diamonds in the store, oh
Yeah, we duckin' feds now, and these pussy niggas tryna light up, keep they head down
Yeah, I'm supposed to hit they body, hit they head, bound, [ _ ]
Beatin' up the backbone, yeah you're such an asshole
Them big guns, but you still don't know how to act though, In the trap house call it bando (call it bando)
If she always hatin', then, then she got a man though, I don't give a fuck just put your hands up
I'ma make a stanza, you makin' bucks, yeah I got different plans, oh
Smoke him, we gon' give his ass cancer
I be with the H boy, you the Black Panther, yeah they want a damn tape, but I never ever answer
Sippin' sexy red, sexy red, got me to dance, oh
Bitches in my bag, in my bag, take they pants off
Never get the case, cause the case bullets, catch those
Tie his family, and hold the pussy niggas ransom
Yeah, with that H, with that H, we bananas
She wanna, put it on the cam, on the cam like [ _ ]
Nerrrrvous shit, you can call me three coin (three coins)
It's just me and you, and casamigo
I'ma swag on, nigga, she can call me Lee ho
I'ma cash app, prolly seven, you should keep those
Please hoe, I don't need your beats, cause I could beat those
On some ape shit, like we hanging off a tree hoe
Beat the pussy shit, cause he talk a lot on me hoe
I'ma nigga bitch, I'ma fish it [ _ ]
Oh yeah, she eatin' dick, new designer, Asics
Bring her to the basics, I like cars, that fast money
Baby girl, I'ma catch it if you throw that ass on me
Keep rushin' that cash, cause it's the one time and the only (one time and the only)
I feel like Tec', yeah, niggas know I got it on me
One hundred and one sticks on me, like I'm Zoey
One hundred and one bitches on me, and they blowin'
One hundred and one hands on me, and they know it (woooo)
One hundred and one bullets on me, I might blow it
One hundred and one, might fuck this bitch, yeah fosho shit (o-oahh)
One hundred and one dirty clips, I might show it
One hundred and one of these demons, that sit on my shoulder
Nigga be on my demons, we just like Zack & Cody
Oh boy, I never ran up codeine, my cup like the ocean
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeaaah
I'm guaped up
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if a nigga want it, I shot him
It's up, in a zip like, god damn, alright then
Like culos, baby we can go to mars, like Bruno
Strong ass AR like Juno, too far, too far, I got two phones
But baby don't touch my jewels though
That Number Nine, I'm so cool, oh
Okay freak ass hoes, I'm gone do those (Yeah)
E-I-O I shoot those, yea we gon' shoot em, but who knows?
Bon Appétit, bitch
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if a nigga want it, I shot him
It's up, in a zip like, god damn, alright then
Like culos, baby we can go to mars, like Bruno
Strong ass AR like Juno, too far, too far, I got two phones
But baby don't touch my jewels though
That Number Nine, I'm so cool, oh
Okay freak ass hoes, I'm gone do those (Yeah)
E-I-O I shoot those, yea we gon' shoot em, but who knows?
She want a Moncler polo
It feel like I been doin' this shit though
I won't force you baby, I'm so old
New bought diamonds in the store, oh
Yeah, we duckin' feds now, and these pussy niggas tryna light up, keep they head down
Yeah, I'm supposed to hit they body, hit they head, bound, [ _ ]
Beatin' up the backbone, yeah you're such an asshole
Them big guns, but you still don't know how to act though, In the trap house call it bando (call it bando)
If she always hatin', then, then she got a man though, I don't give a fuck just put your hands up
I'ma make a stanza, you makin' bucks, yeah I got different plans, oh
Smoke him, we gon' give his ass cancer
I be with the H boy, you the Black Panther, yeah they want a damn tape, but I never ever answer
Sippin' sexy red, sexy red, got me to dance, oh
Bitches in my bag, in my bag, take they pants off
Never get the case, cause the case bullets, catch those
Tie his family, and hold the pussy niggas ransom
Yeah, with that H, with that H, we bananas
She wanna, put it on the cam, on the cam like [ _ ]
Nerrrrvous shit, you can call me three coin (three coins)
It's just me and you, and casamigo
I'ma swag on, nigga, she can call me Lee ho
I'ma cash app, prolly seven, you should keep those
Please hoe, I don't need your beats, cause I could beat those
On some ape shit, like we hanging off a tree hoe
Beat the pussy shit, cause he talk a lot on me hoe
I'ma nigga bitch, I'ma fish it [ _ ]
Oh yeah, she eatin' dick, new designer, Asics
Bring her to the basics, I like cars, that fast money
Baby girl, I'ma catch it if you throw that ass on me
Keep rushin' that cash, cause it's the one time and the only (one time and the only)
I feel like Tec', yeah, niggas know I got it on me
One hundred and one sticks on me, like I'm Zoey
One hundred and one bitches on me, and they blowin'
One hundred and one hands on me, and they know it (woooo)
One hundred and one bullets on me, I might blow it
One hundred and one, might fuck this bitch, yeah fosho shit (o-oahh)
One hundred and one dirty clips, I might show it
One hundred and one of these demons, that sit on my shoulder
Nigga be on my demons, we just like Zack & Cody
Oh boy, I never ran up codeine, my cup like the ocean
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeaaah
I'm guaped up
Your nigga never wanted no problem
And if a nigga want it, I shot him
It's up, in a zip like, god damn, alright then
Like culos, baby we can go to mars, like Bruno
Strong ass AR like Juno, too far, too far, I got two phones
But baby don't touch my jewels though
That Number Nine, I'm so cool, oh
Okay freak ass hoes, I'm gone do those (Yeah)
E-I-O I shoot those, yea we gon' shoot em, but who knows?
Bon Appétit, bitch