Bubba C & Easton - CIWYW (Call It What You Want)
Call me what you want
But just don't call me for a front
Yeah, I been solid from the jump
No, I don't change
And you can call it what you want
I find my solace in a blunt
I won't acknowledge what you're on
I'm in my lane
Smoking herb on interstates
Out here tryna catch a vibe, yeah
And I can feel the bass
Speakers thumping in the ride
Fuck you how you feel, I'm feeling great
And I got sunshine in my pocket
Think what you want, say what you say
But it don't matter what you call it
Thought I told you once before
It don't matter what you call it, shawty
I been it that 'fuck it' mode
Finna roll like popping Molly
Been packing my duffel full
This time it ain't tree from Cali
But my bag got plenty smoke
Don't need no squares around me
Circle small, period, decimal
We been the realest in the building
What's the deal, just let me know
Cause I never would of thought some friends would become ops
People hope I never pop and hit like gunshots
Fake love ain't what I want, I guess no love
Lost in wind, lost in end
Tryna win, pull up in a drop-top
Pop fly with them hits
Drop by with the drip
Keep on looking at me cockeyed
But I
Don't mind it a bit
Smile and I grin
Eyes red and white looking something like a stop sign
And I keep it rolling
I don't see no need for me to be stalling
I come to bust your speakers
For love of Jesus
Got an idea of what you can call it
Call me what you want
But just don't call me for a front
Yeah, I been solid from the jump
No, I don't change
And you can call it what you want
I find my solace in a blunt
I won't acknowledge what you're on
I'm in my lane
Smoking herb on interstates
Out here tryna catch a vibe, yeah
And I can feel the bass
Speakers thumping in the ride
Fuck you how you feel, I'm feeling great
And I got sunshine in my pocket
Think what you want, say what you say
But it don't matter what you call it
Aye
Yeah
Picture me rolling a Cadillac
Down the road, matter fact
On some vogues
24's, golden spokes
Hokey-pokey, moving slow
Hey
Now picture you being mad at that
And you know that I'm back
In control
You hear my shit and you hate that you love it, imagine that
Lil' hoe
I got your girl in the back and she gyrating
Her mind racing
Said Lil' baby just did you foul, that's violation
I know why you're hating, it's
Cause I do what the fuck I want
When I want on the spot
20 seconds on the clock
Kobe Bryant with the shot
Dish the rock, it's gone drop
Yeah
I don't wanna hurt anybody but I got heat for a hater
I make it pop
Lickity-split and I'mma hit 'em in the wig
Blown a part, call 'em Jiffy cause I'm popping at their top
I wonder when they'll fold over
Too hot so these hoes get the cold shoulder
I just dick 'em and dip
And I ain't cuddling shit
You can give me some top
And then I'll roll over
Call me what you want
But just don't call me for a front
Yeah, I been solid from the jump
No, I don't change
And you can call it what you want
I find my solace in a blunt
I won't acknowledge what you're on
I'm in my lane
Smoking herb on interstates
Out here tryna catch a vibe, yeah
And I can feel the bass
Speakers thumping in the ride
Fuck you how you feel, I'm feeling great
And I got sunshine in my pocket
Think what you want, say what you say
But it don't matter what you call it
Written by:
Cole Martin, Easton Maloney
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