Don’t Call My Phone - Intellectual

[Intro]

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shooter gone shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot

My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof

Baby, who you? I need the loot

Money keep calling me (hello)

My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof

Baby, who you? I need the loot

Money keep calling me (hello)

If it ain't bout money don't call my phone

If it ain't bout work just leave me alone

I pop that perc, I'm in my zone

Two two threes in ya back like BONES

Four oz in my cup that foam

Any hood I'm in I feel like home, home, home, home alone

Bad bitch twerking for me, main bitch working for me

You on that bullshit, stop it

I be out serving and pull up like curtains, I feel like a surgeon

Well, goddamn, look like you hurting

My pockets keep bursting

I'm good with the earning, like awh, man

Why am I working 'em, why am I curving 'em, why am I swerving 'em, awh, damn

I be in the backseat lowkey, pop another pill, might OD

Smoking on Frisco OG, cook it with the soda OT

Boy, you can get hit like Kobe, boy, you can get hit on GP

All that talking 'bout shit, you don't know me

Bitch, shut the fuck up when you see me

Yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me

Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up when you see me

My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof

Baby, who you? I need the loot

Money keep calling me (hello)

My shooter gone shoot, bust at ya roof

Baby, who you? I need the loot

Money keep calling me (hello)