Cole Myer & Yung Grady - No Caller Id, Pt. 3

No caller id
I'm running part two then I fuck up part three
I am the goat when I walk on the beat
You talking that shit, you ain't talking to me
Damn, hold up, hold up
You calling me then I'm hanging the phone up
I made twelve songs when I finally lost focus
We are the goats when we walk in they know us
He is a cornball stop throwing the fours up
I might be cocky but you is below us
Damn, damn
We finna go up
I'm off the oxys, I'm out of my body
Nobody can stop me, I told her to top me
I'm in the stu so you know that im locked in
You don't gotta tell me, I know that I'm popping
That shit got too real, gotta sit back and process
She talk down on me so she looks like an object
Why would I fuck with her, I got some options
Why would I fuck with her she is too obessed
Man of the year suck my dick if you upset
They make me mad but it won't keep me upset
She take off her clothes and that bitch gonna undress
Damn, hold up, hold up
I'm out of this world
He dont know me yeah that boy finna learn
Im the type to pull up and fuck on your girl
What Lil Mop say about them diamonds and pearls?
I bet that we wear them, I don't know for sure
GLS600 shit finna turn
I almost flipped it when I hit a swerve
Alien music, it's not from the earth
No caller id bitch, I made it a third
But if I'm running that shit then I'm coming in first
I was fucking with the tabs and that shit felt like a curse
I was at my fucking lowest and that shit felt the worst
Giving feature of the year when I spaz out on the verse
No caller id yeah I'm blocking her number
Look down on you because all yall under
Adam 22 yeah he runnin' no jumper
I'm rolling exotic it's striking like thunder
Calling that bitch then I'm gon have to step back
I'm gon' block your phone if you do not go text back
Hero being the villain yes I made a hundred racks
And the album going platinum so I'm gonna get a plaque
Fuck two phones its about time that I win
No caller Id she won't text me again
Fuck that I was going back to the start
On top of the world I can not fall apart
I won't talk to you cause I lead with my heart
Want molly and percs and that fucking goyard
I text her goodnight because I gotta charge
I wake up, get booted up, I'm going hard
Run in the olympics they gon pass me a torch
I get it if I want it, never use any force
She said that I'm wrong but I read it from the source
Got back on a boat and we're right on course
No caller id, I'm sorry that when you pick up I am not who you want me to be
No caller id number three in this bitch im sorry little bitch that im so fucking mean
(No I'm not)
You know I'm not sorry and I won't apologize
I feel like Lil Shottz but I'vei told you a thousand times,
She tryna fuck every dude I despise
Word of the mother fuckinh, word of the wise
I can see right through your mother fucking lies
You can look at the proof cause it's right in your eyes
Imma pop out the dark, imma fucking suprise
Its after dark everyone be advised
I can not feel it yes I think I need a T break
Feel like Tay K this race is a relay
I do what I do, I do not do what she say
Oh, but yalld like that
Decline the number, I dont wanna talk
She keep texting me, she get hit with a block
You should know me and Yung Grady pouring up the wock
I just pulled up but I'm outside your block
He thinks that you love him but he's really wrong
It's not my fault I put you in this song
It's not my fault that we don't get along
I'm number one I'll be here very long
Look in the mirror what have I become
Look in the mirror and I'm number one
I do not scam because I am not scum
Gimme my motherfuckin money back
You could pull up on me rule one that I never lack
If you pull up with me we gon spend a hundred racks
We gon pull up to the plug and I got to get a pack
No caller id when i don't respond to your text
I'm blowing up and you know I'm up next
Go play outta the dark with no context
And then talk about who you think is up next

Written by:
Cole Myer, Yung Grady

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