7RUE & WW Lowry - Shot Caller
This girl keeps ringing my phone down
Like I cant even read my lyrics
Don't know what's best for me
Treat this music like a legacy
Every girlfriend come with jealousy
I think a bitch could be the death of me
Don't search us up we got the recipes
No fake shit
Straight melodies
Take a chance and place a bet on me
Can't let nothing get ahead of me
He want a verse
Then I'm dropping a fee
Can't do nothing no less then a hundred
People come and go and then leave
Never switched bout some pussy for nothing
Routes off the branch of my family tree
They hate my music the studio love it
New drop top
C'mon hop out the roof
20 more minutes till we at the stu
Not gonna stop me
I'm going to crazy
You can't put a mic in my face imma shoot
24 hours don't feel like enough anymore
I need music to keep me in tune
I don't have this time to be wasting
Click record and a hit what I'm making
Don't be surprised when you see that we make it
Mess on her face time to clean up her makeup
I might hit her up but before she hit me back
I'll remember why I ain't wanna hit her in the first place
Screwface capital you know where I'm at
City full of hate
I can't help but love my birthplace
Surviving in these streets feel like a job every day
Every time I step outside
Step in to my workplace
Used to slide in them civics and them Pontiacs
Now it's stars in the ceiling
Shorty said let me In your space
I said what's the addy girl ill slide we'll vibe at your place
I can't get caught lacking nah nah nah no way
I'm a B king rock wit me you'll have it yo way
We know what we linking for
We link n skip da fore play
Got her wet she grabbing on my dick like oh dang
Been waiting on a vibe like dis where you been at
Crack one with my shorty still pour one for the dead guys
Zack and Cody 2 of 2 when they finna realize
Don't know what's best for me
Treat this music like a legacy
Every girlfriend come with jealousy
I think a bitch could be the death of me
Don't search us up we got the recipes
No fake shit
Straight melodies
Take a chance and place a bet on me
Can't let nothing get ahead of me
He want a verse
Then I'm dropping a fee
Can't do nothing no less then a hundred
People come and go and then leave
Never switched bout some pussy for nothing
Routes off the branch of my family tree
They hate my music the studio love it
New drop top
C'mon hop out the roof
20 more minutes till we at the stu
Not gonna stop me
I'm going to crazy
You can't put a mic in my face imma shoot
24 hours don't feel like enough anymore
I need music to keep me in tune
I don't have this time to be wasting
Click record and a hit what I'm making
Don't be surprised when you see that we make it
Mess on her face time to clean up her makeup
I'm a shot collar
Blue collared
Coming up artist with something to prove
And 7 my twin brother got no problems
Writing his verse in the booth
How many times have I been in the back of a government whip
It's been to many times
How many bitches are waiting in line
Bop in the venue go pick you a prize
Heart been on fire like I'm in the games
Get to that bag or you never survive
Breaking my love into pieces it's scary
How nobody cared bout the kid till I cried
Keep going stupid don't care what they saying
Should I keep going I'll let you decide
If you love me then look in my eyes
If you want me then make sure your mine
Written by:
Austin King, Jackson Lowry
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