CHØW CALL

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