B. Rook - Missed Calls

Yeah
Run one
Ayy
Yeah, what, ayy
Missed calls and missed calls and shit ayy
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Look
I got missed calls and emails
From females from back home
On my cracked phone like when you finna come through
What you gettin' up to
Think it's been about five
Had a few I called mine but they ain't you
That's just how I read between lines, I been bout mines
Tryna make moves, got me on mute, ayy
Know you think it don't take time but it do
On my wayside I got new ones, like every time I ain't couped up
That probably show the whole crew love but it's cool, ayy
All that shit you heard about me got skewed
Came from some people pray that I lose
Swear that my mind already been gone
Can't complain bout shit that I choose
I can't lose control or hit cruise
If it ain't me then we ain't makin' shit move
Before I'm back to tell you bout it, you'll probably tell him I do, damn
I got missed calls
And missed calls
And missed calls
And missed calls
And missed calls
And missed calls
And shit, ayy
I got missed calls
And missed calls
And missed calls
And missed calls
And missed calls
And missed calls
And shit, ayy
Look
I got missed calls and emails
From females from back home
On my cracked phone like what you really tryn do
Need to get a sign too
Naa forget it I'm through
Don't hit me up when you tryna fuck, naa now it's fuck you
Yeah
What you would do if you was me
From ones who only ever gettin' pussy in they eulogy
I hit her line like two or three, come through for me
Don't pull up with new receipts, don't be startin' shit
She too numb for all that, she wanna link and park the whip
Y'all can't get no part of it, I could touch a milli on my carter shit
Y'all don't get the point let down they guard and shit
I fuck around and tarnish it, I mean this shit
They know how I rock, I ain't too lenient
Bro bro get to buckin' with the stock it ain't convenient
I tinted out the Benz so that's some shit you never see me in
Same goes for that one that's Argentinian
Kick it on some FIFA shit, texts go green and shit
Know you want some peace of mind, know I'm a piece of shit
I got her on her Mona Lisa shit
Had the drive before I ever owned or leased the whip
I could never settle keep that shit at least a bean
They could never keep me in the box, I'm still supreme
Fuck you mean, fuck you mean ayy
Ayy ayy, yeah

Written by:
Brandon Williamson

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