No Caller

Pipe it up PJ nastylgia #31#, you don't even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag And smelt that stench Ask "what's the damage" Talking wass in front of my boujee ting Now she's asking "what's a 'matic?" Next one asking "what's a whoosh?" Told her the one where we had to drag it Better hide what we got in the car or it's Back to the wing where There's not enough staff Running low on snow 'till I Put it on my boat, now we've got enough hard Other side ain't got enough heart and we go On bikes if there's not enough cars I was in the T house breaking a half Watching the door like I'm not in the charts Like bro said, do it and Laugh, do it and run, do it for fun And we happy Done it with two 'till bro went Coo and done it with drums I clapped when shh got whacked What a brilliant one Anytime that we mash that work Play it dumb like it didn't get done Tap bro-bro when I see my man, gimme this one But he's too selfish He's tryna finish this one Oh well, my works is his works Teamwork makes the dream work With a 44 on tour, let's see who we see first #31#, you don't even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag And smelt that stench Ask "what's the damage" Talking wass in front of my boujee ting Now she's asking "what's a 'matic?" Next one asking "what's a whoosh?" Told her the one where we had to drag it #31#, you don't even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag And smelt that stench Ask "what's the damage" Talking wass in front of my boujee ting Now she's asking "what's a 'matic?" Next one asking "what's a whoosh?" Told her the one where we had to drag it I used to dial with a 141 Just to tell bro control this package You know how many 101's got sold before I went and bought a cannon Don't even ask no questions 'course it got-got if got caught lackin' I can't even fit this 4's in my Amiri jeans I'm into smokey fashion Opp block tour with a S on the dashboard Make sure there's no more dashing Handting and whole load of Rambo's That's a normal pattern Them man are no certain gang ting They're tryna force the badness X5 tryna get in front of the Benz, bragger Got this razor blade Still tryna cut all these bags up Still turn this soft to a rock In a two to the mick, no Jagger This beef gets real, no banter Still tryna turn these pricks to ganja Got this rose gold all on me These two chains ain't even from Atlanta #31#, you don't even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag And smelt that stench Ask "what's the damage" Talking wass in front of my boujee ting Now she's asking "what's a 'matic?" Next one asking "what's a whoosh?" Told her the one where we had to drag it #31#, you don't even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag And smelt that stench Ask "what's the damage" Talking wass in front of my boujee ting Now she's asking "what's a 'matic?" Next one asking "what's a whoosh?" Told her the one where we had to drag it