Mi Calle Lyrics

Bro got government plates should I slow down or speed up

My bro's ain't exempt when it touch down, eat up

Pullup' where he stay while he snoring eff his sleep up

Pullup' like this mi calle eff the streets up

Yea I need more money but that bring more problems

But I been a problem child bring it at me I'll solve em

I told em come shop now I gotta' restock em

I hit rewind on a Marching band I re rocked em

Monkey in the middle with the middle man I keep tossin'

He ain't even got dentist money why he keep flossin'

It be the ones in yo' circle that ah really try cross you

Loyalty's real it ain't sum' you can say I bought you

The game ain't free you could say I taught you

But if you really had game then you wouldn't be talking

I'm a real chef I'll do at home hibachi

Told my fiend hit the blunt but she wanted a Oxy

I need 500 for a verse I know you read the bio

But I still flip a fake pint Simone Biles

Brody said he far from lame but ain't even a mile

Actin' like he can't get wet up and then wrapped in a towel

Like a chicken Caesar wrap down a few isles

You done made a lil' chicken now you down a few thousand

Like where they do that you must be on Mars

You must have ran outta' weed and then popped you a bar

You must have ran outta' G's now you beggin' for more

Brody got his hands out like he praisin' the Lord

My brother got the pans out he gone' serve 'em and score

Lil' brown circles he be sellin' em Yorks

Bro got government plates should I slow down or speed up

My bro's ain't exempt when it touch down, eat up

Pullup' where he stay while he snoring eff his sleep up

Pullup' like this mi calle eff the streets up

Bro got government plates should I slow down or speed up

My bro's ain't exempt when it touch down, eat up

Pullup' where he stay while he snoring eff his sleep up

Pullup' like this mi calle eff the streets up