Don't Call My Phone - SiR

Thought I was letting up, didn’t cha'?

Nobody checking for you, bro, nobody feeling ya

I’m feeling like I’m chilling but I’m kinda killing ya

So if I get to killing then I might really finish it

Career in turmoil like a car in flames

Speeding down the 110, seat belt jammed

Cruise by in my whip, watch it all go down

If she asks do I give a fuck, not me, no ma’am

You about to crash

Right into the wall called your education

Your last tape wasn’t really cause for celebration

You last place, thinking I’m about to let you speak up

I’m half baked but I still cook a better plate

With a hella feature from your girl

That’s way better than what you could ever give me, dawg

I never need ya, don’t act silly, dawg

I barely see you, don’t act silly, dawg

I barely see you

Don’t call my phone no more

I ain’t picking up

I ain’t picking up

I ain’t picking up

I might make your baby mama my Valentine

She give me love sweeter than Caroline

She say she know that she like to borrow bars

Talk about women when you ain’t in the car

Let you tell it, she mad 'cause you had a falling out

But you ain’t nothing like what you talk about?

Walk around like you the one they talk about

It’s true but what they say about you is that you trash

I could take you out while I’m fully loaded

But I better save this ammo for a better bogey

West Side grammar so official, someone blow the whistle

If I offend you, bro, I promise that I really meant to

I put in work for the team, shout the true and gentle

Stay crisp, stay clean, keep the Caddy simple

White walls, trunk knocking the lady driver

Take a hit of the sky

Let it take me higher, let it take me higher

Take a hit of the sky

Let it take me higher

I keep aiming higher

So don’t call my phone, no more

I ain’t picking up

I ain’t picking up

I ain’t picking up

I ain’t picking up