Calling My Line - Harlem Spartans, Ay Em, JBeatzz

Guys dying for the clout, what a pity

Get chingy if a dons moving iffy

Bad b from brikky

But my eyes on a milly

So I tell her that I’m busy

3 T milli with a 1−2 Jilly

Gassed like fizzy

Get whacked then bill it

Soly wears some brown and prettys

But my city ain’t pretty

Tired of these kitties

But my breads looking litty

MizMac still chingy in jail

Hit da cells then I ain’t getting bailed

Phonecalls to my niggas in jail

(No I don’t do mail, Spartans don’t fail)

Be money over girls

Uppy in your gaff like a jumble cells

Smoke on the road like the cookie don’t smell

Gang at the show then you know that we show

HS to the World

I was tryna move that girl right there

Oh my God what a way

Tryna finess that power right there

Oh my God what a way

Steady for the mula (ayy)

Mish Mash cause its cool ahh (yeah yeah)

Drillers on the corner (wait)

Callling my line what a way

Steppin outside till the morning

Callling my line what a way

I was tryna kweng all on it

Callling my line what a way

Steppin outside (ay)

Got me dripping outside

Ring a l-ling, that’s the sound of my line

Pretty ting with dem brown eyes

Brown eyes

Pretty ting with dem brown eyes

Steppin outside

Got me drippin outside

Guwop Baby

Guwop Baby

Guwop Baby

Guwop

We was dedicated young, gettin lizzy and dat

Get the pockets all fat

Don’t spend it on yaks

Get the pockets all fat

Then the chicks will cat

These days enemies pigs and blood

HS came from the mud

We was real, we was Saws, no?

Still Spartan splash ching wet

Wizzy creeping up go get him in the set

Deep him we jump in with nothing but heart

Real from the start

See niggas lived that then switched they path

Guwop baby gwop

That’s ties saying stack

Them jibbz that’s your pretty eyes on muah

Slow down chuh

I ain’t surprised or fussed I’m cuffed

Hope he got my back if I ever get cuffed

Fuck

I was tryna move that girl right there

Oh my God what a way

Tryna finess that power right there

Oh my God what a way

Steady for the mula (ayy)

Mish Mash cause its cool ahh (yeah yeah)

Drillers on the corner (wait)

Callling my line what a way

Steppin outside till the morning

Callling my line what a way

I was tryna kweng all on it

Callling my line what a way

Steppin outside (ay)

Got me dripping outside

Ring a l-ling, that’s the sound of my line

Pretty ting with dem brown eyes

Brown eyes

Pretty ting with dem brown eyes

Steppin outside

Got me drippin outside

They was tryna get man back that day

But bro got away and

They been tryna draw man out all day

Fam these niggas so lame

But we still be outside

Catch me juggin outside

Niggas everyday

For my bro I’m a ride, I’m a ride, I’m a ride, I’m a ride, I’m a slide