Callout versuri

Callout lyrics by Certified Trapper, Myaap

On a nigga date, got a brick in the trap
Caught a nigga trap, got hit in his back
And shit fat, I’ma hit you with the tax
Pull up, back seat, with the switchy on my lap
Pull up, back seat, with the switchy on my lap
Pull up, back seat, with the switchy on my lap
Pull up, back seat, with the switchy on my lap
Ain’t finna move, and she getting fapped
Came in through the front, now I’m going out the back
Caught a new body, so you know I’m about to rap
He ain’t pop shit, so you know he about to cap
They got him in the room, so you know he about to crap
Caught his ass once, so I told him run it back
Ride past, stretch gang, toke him, get you fapped
40 years old and still got his ass whacked
Big ass wood, know it got my lungs black
I’ma kill you for it, told the DJ run it back
I was running broke, then I run 300 racks
Back to zero dollars, you want gloss, kill you back
I got 5 lawyers, I could go and get some racks
I pull up, switch on the yop, I don’t play no games
Still tryna kill niggas, I don’t say no names
Put thе switch on the Glock, and it do the thing
Another dеad nigga, had to kill him in the rain
I need to buss down in the Plain Jane
I need a 3 and a 4, and the 8 banks
I need a 510 with her, with the whole gang
Pop dude and do different level of pain
We on two different sides
We two different kinds
Cheap ass nigga, run two different rides
Try to play my brother, get ‘em ‘till you die
Young hype boys, yeah, I’m getting fly
Walking out with shit you can’t even buy
I be baped down, you can’t even lie
Finished shirts, to the dogs, to the bape socks
Popped dude up, you ain’t caught nine
Seen shit with my eyes, bro fall down
It was me and you right here, you gon’ call now
Me and my brothers don’t fallout
Me and my brothers gon’ ballout
Three ball hype fit, can’t callout
Cash 10 on my lawyer, went all out
25 bro, yo, he finna ball out
For real, stay solid nigga