Fredo Bang and Kevin Gates - Ring Ring

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Get fresh, white G Louis (yeah), step out in a Polo tee (grrah)
Dope boy, rent due (huh), I know how to break a P (yo)
I've been sippin' drank, bae, got gas for your tank, bae (uh, uh, uh, uh)
You gon' call me Maybelline, I'ma paint your face, bae (uh, uh)
Put that dick up on her, she gon' call me right back (gon' call me right back)
Ayy, 50 on my line, can I call you right back, bae? (Can I call you right back?)
Pressure on the line, a couple stacks will get your pack straight (will get your pack)
Hustle so damn good, wish I could work a bitch on Back Page (ah)
They steady hating, I'm getting paid
You think I give a fuck?
This iPhone still catchin' plays (catchin' plays)
What you need? Just hit me up
Put a four up in my lemonade
I eat like dinner plates (skrrt)
Run up a hundred off the interstate (vroom)
You should participate

If it's 'bout money, I'm a nigga you can call on
I'm still catchin' plays on my iPhone
Shawty blowin' up my line, sayin', "Head home"
So every time she call, she get a dial tone

It go ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Hello?
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Oh no
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Hello?
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Let go

Emotionally bulletproof, no inhibitors, I'm balanced
Extra traumatic pads, I'm working through developing new patterns
Into fitness, healthy living, been upgrading all my habits
Money coming in, the bundles the only thing I've been attracting
Women complimentin' my aura, saying my growth been real attractive
Being distracted, still I'll break your back and pin you to the mattress
Eat the handle without gaggin', America, she got talent
Still let Jack stand, when that pack land I get active (damn)
Been on blocks, trap spot in Dixie, hot, I'm workin' alone (yeah)
Zion city, sit, consider from where I sittin', I'm workin' the phone (nah)
Recompressed an H of sialic, cost of mixture, we in traffic (yeah)
Mojo paper, we got action, I'll pick up, this is my Magnum

If it's 'bout money, I'm a nigga you can call on (hello?)
I'm still catchin' plays on my iPhone (what's up?)
Shawty blowin' up my line, sayin', "Head home"
So every time she call, she get a dial tone

It go ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Hello?
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Oh no
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Hello?
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
Let go

I'm goin' off this
Hello?
I'm juggin' off this
Hello?
Hit the back street like
Let go
I'm on the front street
Let go

Written by:
Fredrick Givens II, Kevin Jerome Gilyard

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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