CHØW CALL Lyrics

Had me up, every day in the morning I'm finna gravitate

Traded morning tray for a soup, I need two I got a hook up in this bitch, for some Bocolate

Bip Bookies I'm getting sick, seeing the same boys everyday

I heard Tray going to Jackson,11 years, pack em up

Lil bitch had em jumped in his cell, we pack em up

When the guards came in, we walked around a circle, tripped em up

Step in my cell, shut the door, my bad CEO, I'm just chillin

Grinning ear to ear, I became a god of this pod, fuck working out

Bitch, come put some money on my books, fuck you

I think this broad CEO giving looks, she wanna relationship

Bitch, I need balloons, one with meth in your hair, three grams of mid in your derriere

Why the fuck you come in with this loud ass dank

Can't be fucking dealing, you won't use your head, shawty think

Brother CEO down, but I swear he taxing, I think

My fiend overdosing in the cell,

Call button dont work

Oh well, I got 35 in "com" for that lick

Spraying roach spray on the paper, they smoking wacky strips

Damn nigga, fiending for a pill, at pill call

Here you go, this an ATB medicine you stupid fuck

Had me up, every day in the morning I'm finna gravitate

Traded morning tray for a soup, I need two I got a hook up in this bitch, for some Bocolate

Bip Bookies I'm getting sick, seeing the same boys everyday

I heard Tray going to Jackson,11 years, pack em up

Lil bitch had em jumped in his cell, we pack em up

When the guards came in, we walked around a circle, tripped em up

Step in my cell, shut the door, my bad CEO, I'm just chillin

Hell you out of luck

He done got finessed fight me about it

He ain't know, my boys got shanks in the jail cell

Now I send you to hell, I spread my wings in a cell while im off in

Got nickel bags, after the search, shit, they really work for me

Cause the fear, the family tree, these boys free

I'm a monster, like a crack on your bones

If you and me, meeting a clink, you not going home

Cause you niggas always yapping shit, boys ain't talking bout nayphin

And I don't got time to talk, I wanna hit

Every day after the meal, I'm feeling strong

Bitch, don't run your mouth cause we can get wicked

Bitch, was talking this shit from a different pod

I pull up with smoke, huh, with the trusty, yeah

We on go

Had me up, every day in the morning I'm finna gravitate

Traded morning tray for a soup, I need two I got a hook up in this bitch, for some Bocolate

Bip Bookies I'm getting sick, seeing the same boys everyday

I heard Tray going to Jackson,11 years, pack em up

Lil bitch had em jumped in his cell, we pack em up

When the guards came in, we walked around a circle, tripped em up

Step in my cell, shut the door, my bad CEO, I'm just chillin