No Caller - K-Trap, Headie One

Pipe it up PJ

Nostalgia

#31#, you don’t even know who rang it

I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask «what's the damage»

Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now she’s asking «what's a 'matic?»

Next one asking «what's a whoosh?», told her the one where we had to drag it

Better hide what we got in the car or it’s back to the wing where there’s not

enough staff

Running low on snow 'till I put it on my boat, now we’ve got enough hard

Other side ain’t got enough heart and we go on bikes if there’s not enough cars

I was in the T house breaking a half, watching the door like I’m not in the

charts

Like bro said, do it and laugh, do it and run, do it for fun

And we happy, done it with two 'till bro went coo and done it with drums

I clapped when shh got whacked, what a brilliant one

Anytime that we mash that work, play it dumb like it didn’t get done

Tap bro-bro when I see my man, gimme this one

But he’s too selfish, he’s tryna finish this one

Oh well, my works is his works, teamwork makes the dream work

With a .44 on tour, let’s see who we see first

#31#, you don’t even know who rang it

I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask «what's the damage»

Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now she’s asking «what's a 'matic?»

Next one asking «what's a whoosh?», told her the one where we had to drag it

#31#, you don’t even know who rang it

I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask «what's the damage»

Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now she’s asking «what's a 'matic?»

Next one asking «what's a whoosh?», told her the one where we had to drag it

I used to dial with a 141, just to tell bro control this package

You know how many 101's got sold before I went and bought a cannon

Don’t even ask no questions, 'course it got-got if got caught lackin'

I can’t even fit this 4's in my Amiri jeans, I’m into smokey fashion

Opp block tour with a S on the dashboard, make sure there’s no more dashing

Handting and whole load of Rambo’s, that’s a normal pattern

Them man are no certain gang ting, they’re tryna force the badness

X5 tryna get in front of the Benz, bragger

Got this razor blade, still tryna cut all these bags up

Still turn this soft to a rock in a two to the mick, no Jagger

This beef gets real, no banter, still tryna turn these pricks to ganja

Got this rose gold all on me, these two chains ain’t even from Atlanta

#31#, you don’t even know who rang it

I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask «what's the damage»

Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now she’s asking «what's a 'matic?»

Next one asking «what's a whoosh?», told her the one where we had to drag it

#31#, you don’t even know who rang it

I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask «what's the damage»

Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now she’s asking «what's a 'matic?»

Next one asking «what's a whoosh?», told her the one where we had to drag it