Night Calls ft. KingstoneZA Lyrics

When the night call boy we gonna show up

But when the 80's call boy we gonna go off

I been outside boy im triipin on a sofa

With the chain around my wrist you'd swear im locked up

When the night call boy we gonna show up

But when the 80's call boy we gonna go off

I been outside boy im triipin on a sofa

With the chain around my neck you'd swear im locked up

I got a cake, she want a piece

I told her you got it

Right by your thighs

She told me fuseg

And i told her is cool

She doesn't know that i trap

She doesn't know this my song

I got a problem right by my door

My dealer dont wanna bring me no weed

Oh shit nah hey, i dont smoke no weed

Je like louis big fucken xvi

I be 14, shit getting Trippie but ain getting no Red

Run up on yo gang yall looking like fools

Im finna go Scooby ain none you gon Doo

You cant fit in my shoes, it be on 6

But i put 32, that's 632

It be back then and they want me at half past one

But i pulled up at half past two

When the night call boy we gonna show up

But when the 80's call boy we gonna go off

I been outside boy im triipin on a sofa

With the chain around my wrist you'd swear im locked up

When the night call boy we gonna show up

But when the 80's call boy we gonna go off

I been outside boy im triipin on a sofa

With the chain around my neck you'd swear im locked up

I got a cake, she want a piece

I told her you got it

Right by your thighs

She told me fuseg

And i told her is cool

She doesn't know that i trap

She doesn't know this my song

Im back to where i belong, these bitches cant leave me alone

Stonnie a God you know when im in my zone

lil shawdy be calling my phone

Late night with a bad bitch in a coupe with no doors

Straight to the Tel', sex on the floor

I kiss and i tell, you know that I'm on

This energy that i got its electric!

And i aint ready to fight with no toxic niggas

They really like to talk shit

And i aint gon stop till i see six figures

Alla my niggas they gon be like Pimp Tippers

All of my bitches dont wear filla

When the night call we only want gold diggers

When the night call boy we gonna show up

But when the 80's call boy we gonna go off

I been outside boy im triipin on a sofa

With the chain around my wrist you'd swear im locked up

When the night call boy we gonna show up

But when the 80's call boy we gonna go off

I been outside boy im triipin on a sofa

With the chain around my neck you'd swear im locked up

I got a cake, she want a piece

I told her you got it

Right by your thighs

She told me fuseg

And i told her is cool

She doesn't know that i trap

She doesn't know this my song