Lyrics:

Callin', shawty callin', why you call, girl?
She can't understand me, she a fangirl (nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (what?)
Tracy keep a full clip (grah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (nah)
Gothboi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta will mop you
Now I'm feelin' like a boss when I walk through
Yeah, I'm hangin' out with Goth, and a thot too
Now you're someone I do not wanna talk to (I don't wanna talk to)
No, I could never love a bop, that is not true
I got diamonds on my ring, and my block too
Yeah, my diamonds go insane on my watch too
She was doing cocaine in the bathroom
Now she doing more K in the back room
He don't mind with the gang, though
Yeah, I'm riding with the bankroll
Rolling with the TEC like I'm Draco
I'm with the check pourin' lean in my Faygo (Faygo)
Callin', shawty callin', why you call, girl?
She can't understand me, she a fangirl (nah)
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit (what?)
Tracy keep a full clip (grah)
Pull up on your bitch and I flex like I'm made to (like I'm made to)
Pull up on your block with the squad like I hate you (like I hate you)
Work nonstop 'cause the clock don't stop (nah)
Gothboi, I don't need a Glock, my hitta will mop you