Wake Up Call Lyrics

Tell me where you at lil babe

You can hit me up, you can bang on my line

So many bitches tryna get me all attention

Know they be looking at a nigga with intentions

You tried to play it so cool for the gram

Probably get them pictures take by your man

Don't know if I got more bitches or more bands

I don't really think you niggas understand

Lola really had me go cray, but I can't say that I don't miss Fridah

(Ah)

So, just delete that whole thing

Don't send it to anyone

Listen to it, so that you can actually hear what I'm saying

And take that paper you wrote on and scratch that out, burn it, and start writing again

Sell

Sell a story, nigga

Don't be telling me about

"I miss my girl, if you tryna slide, slide in my DMs"

"Let's go to LA, we can kick it"

"Your mans tryna what what what"

I don't wanna hear none of that bullshit nigga

We been hearing that shit!

I wanna listen to niggas talking about

"50 stacks on my racks"

Yeah

"Couple bitches hit them back"

Yeah

"Tryna file a case for GBV"

Yeah

"But they don't know I be rocking Louis V"

Maybe I should start my own

My own, my own, my own, my own rap, rap

Yoh