Can't Call It Lyrics

Geezy called me on the phone and asked what the streets like

What's up with the hoes, what's up with the bros, and what this shit be like

I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it

You niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin'

What happened to these streets and all these niggas in it?

Another nigga I heard snitching, I ain't tripping

I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it

These streets is dead and I don't want it, I can't call it

Tre just called me on the phone and gave me prices

That lean a fair price, told him wait till I fix my tires

Numbers on perkys way too high, and I don't like it

I need sleep cause it been interrupted by my vices

Street money getting slow, and it's getting on my nerves

Licks barely call my phone, like my shit do not disturb

Is you niggas doing all your drugs and selling all your money?

This shit different, niggas calling tryna get shit fronted

I get it

You tryna make a flip

But you keep copping and then go shopping and then can't pay your rent

You keep hustling, don't make nothing, that don't make no sense

You could go to jail, get hit by a shell, man why would you take that risk

These niggas will tell, these niggas will tell

Man, who is you playing with

You playing with yourself, nigga

You don't break bread or nothing with nobody you around dummy

Then go to jail and call them same ones for the bond money

Where them bitches you was fucking on and trickin' at?

Oh, let me guess, you called them all, ain't none of em' hit you back

These streets in disarray, don't think this shit gone get intact

Finna open businesses, cause this street shit is getting wack

Geezy called me on the phone and asked what the streets like

What's up with the hoes, what's up with the bros, and what this shit be like

I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it

You niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin'

What happened to these streets and all these niggas in it?

Another nigga I heard snitching, I ain't tripping

I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it

These streets is dead and I don't want it, I can't call it

This shit different, watch how you go about it

Don't tell me, do not care about no loads coming

Don't ask me shit because I do not know about it

Off topic, these Pooh Sheisty masks ain't scaring nobody

All these niggas putting dumb masks on, they feel big gangster

Shooting all your bullets on July fourth, y'all niggas clip wasting

Just had beef a whole week ago, guess y'all forget ain't ya

They spinned yoll shit on July fifth, two dead, that's a trip, ain't it

I miss my son cause I ain't seen him, this shit crazy

World just came home, he needed money, tried to chase it

He backed locked up, fucked up parole and caught new cases

Can't fuck with none of y'all hoes, bae go through my phone on the daily

Geezy called me on the phone and asked what the streets like

What's up with the hoes, what's up with the bros, and what this shit be like

I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it

You niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin'

What happened to these streets and all these niggas in it?

Another nigga I heard snitching, I ain't tripping

I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it

These streets is dead and I don't want it, I can't call it