Lyrics Collect Calls By Raq Baby OnLine | Musica Lyrics

Raq Baby - Collect Calls Lyrics

[Intro]
This is a prepaid collect call from
Yo, man, what the fuck happenin', man?
3 up in this, man
Biggest on the way soon, man
Free the gang, we the gang, man, whole lotta Dump Street shit
Stop playin', nigga

[Chorus]
Free the bros, fuck the judge, they the opp until they free my dog
If nobody wanna talk, you know I'll call
All my real bros locked up, it is not y'all
Let's set this shit straight
Do no cliquin' up, the quickest way to get snaked
Can't catch another case, I throw my glizzy on a chase
I'm on my second one, I catch a third, I'm gettin' baked
Gotta do the whole eight

[Verse 1]
Huh, damn, that shit fucked up
Gotta pay the lawyer, gotta run the bucks up
Mama told me don't do it, come back like, "I fucked up"
I don't even trust my other blood, nigga, I only trust her
She got that pistol, she gon' bust hers
Buy a big-ass chain, I'ma VVS flush her
She got some diamond rings, hold it up, baby, bust 'em
Mama told me not to love these bitches, only lust them
Bitch can't be my baby mama, but I wanna fuck them
My bitch got me behind bars, so you can't cuff him
Lil' nigga think he a bug, so we stomped him
You would think we drug dealers from the '90s the way we trunked him
Shot an opp, I don't fuck with niggas, had to Donald Trump him
[Chorus]
Free the bros, fuck the judge, they the opp until they free my dog
If nobody wanna talk, you know I'll call
All my real bros locked up, it is not y'all
Let's set this shit straight
Do no cliquin' up, the quickest way to get snaked
Can't catch another case, I throw my glizzy on a chase
I'm on my second one, I catch a third, I'm gettin' baked
Gotta do the whole eight

[Verse 2]
Tired of bitch-ass niggas talkin', they ain't makin' nothin' shake
Think he finna ride classic, come through, shoot the whole Wraith
Ain't made a buck, just fuckin' on that stanky ho all day
Opps be in the 'partments, put the bomb in the hallway
Nigga, we ain't hidin', we just bendin' cars all day
Put him in the sky, he can see the stars all day, huh
Artists, they be clappin', shootin' star all day
Girl, I'm bangin' B, baby, with the double-R all day
Bae, on some real right shit, huh
Show no sympathy, we got shots for the dyke bitch, huh
See an opp, kill everybody on some psych shit
Done took a lot of niggas down, ain't takin' my shit
Would you shoot a girl? I might, bitch

[Chorus]
Free the bros, fuck the judge, they the opp until they free my dog
If nobody wanna talk, you know I'll call
All my real bros locked up, it is not y'all
Let's set this shit straight
Do no cliquin' up, the quickest way to get snaked
Can't catch another case, I throw my glizzy on a chase
I'm on my second one, I catch a third, I'm gettin' baked
Gotta do the whole eight