Can't Call It

Geezy called me on the phone and asked what the streets like What's up with the hoes, what's up with the bros, and what this shit be like I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it You niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin' What happened to these streets and all these niggas in it? Another nigga I heard snitching, I ain't tripping I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it These streets is dead and I don't want it, I can't call it Tre just called me on the phone and gave me prices That lean a fair price, told him wait till I fix my tires Numbers on perkys way too high, and I don't like it I need sleep cause it been interrupted by my vices Street money getting slow, and it's getting on my nerves Licks barely call my phone, like my shit do not disturb Is you niggas doing all your drugs and selling all your money? This shit different, niggas calling tryna get shit fronted I get it You tryna make a flip But you keep copping and then go shopping and then can't pay your rent You keep hustling, don't make nothing, that don't make no sense You could go to jail, get hit by a shell, man why would you take that risk These niggas will tell, these niggas will tell Man, who is you playing with You playing with yourself, nigga You don't break bread or nothing with nobody you around dummy Then go to jail and call them same ones for the bond money Where them bitches you was fucking on and trickin' at? Oh, let me guess, you called them all, ain't none of em' hit you back These streets in disarray, don't think this shit gone get intact Finna open businesses, cause this street shit is getting wack Geezy called me on the phone and asked what the streets like What's up with the hoes, what's up with the bros, and what this shit be like I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it You niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin' What happened to these streets and all these niggas in it? Another nigga I heard snitching, I ain't tripping I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it These streets is dead and I don't want it, I can't call it This shit different, watch how you go about it Don't tell me, do not care about no loads coming Don't ask me shit because I do not know about it Off topic, these Pooh Sheisty masks ain't scaring nobody All these niggas putting dumb masks on, they feel big gangster Shooting all your bullets on July fourth, y'all niggas clip wasting Just had beef a whole week ago, guess y'all forget ain't ya They spinned yoll shit on July fifth, two dead, that's a trip, ain't it I miss my son cause I ain't seen him, this shit crazy World just came home, he needed money, tried to chase it He backed locked up, fucked up parole and caught new cases Can't f*ck with none of y'all hoes, bae go through my phone on the daily Geezy called me on the phone and asked what the streets like What's up with the hoes, what's up with the bros, and what this shit be like I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it You niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin', niggas ain't ballin' What happened to these streets and all these niggas in it? Another nigga I heard snitching, I ain't tripping I can't call it, I can't call it, I can't call it These streets is dead and I don't want it, I can't call it