Oh boy, I'ma have to call them boys on you Oh damn, oh damn, I'ma have to call that man on you Somethin', somethin', Somethin' must be really wrong with you Why can't you just tell the ***in' truth now Yes your mama did, she raised a fool, wow What the *** did you learn in that schoolhouse To chasin' thrills, chasin' thrills, takin' pills In the hills, lost in hills, over hills, might get you killed Now walk around and pause no more Do not run your mouth no more I can't protect you no more It's out of my hands for sure You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Okay, now you wanna say all that I done to you You knew all along that I wasn't the one for you So let's stop pretendin' like we were in love We never shared anything but the drugs We were both numb, never had anything real between us We really must be smokin' that crazy *** In my city talkin' crazy *** But you ain't know I'm a crazy bitch And tell your lawyer that I ain't payin' *** Maybe you should chill, really in your feels My bros is really in the feel Neighborhood is really real And they don't play that here You shouldn't say that here You should've made it clear, my dear You should've called me You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You, you You, you You should've called me You, you You, you Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You, you You, you You should've called me You, you You, you You, you You, you You, you You, you You, you Hey sis, I'ma let you know like this Hit me right back, this corrupt Okay? All these niggas with this bull*** Man, *** these niggas, man The 60s We ain't worried about none of these mother***in' blusters You understand me? From the overheel To the fronts, to the backs, man We pushin' this line to the dime So don't worry about none of this *** Just funny-ass niggas Don't worry about him callin' you and all the rest of that *** You know what? It's his loss You know what I'm sayin'? I'm pretty beat I heard the homie, the homie called me And was like, man Nae-nae trippin', man This bust-ass nigga got her mind ***ed up I'm like, nah, I'm just nae And *** that nigga, man Nae-nae You hit me I got you You understand me? These niggas is blusters *** that nigga And *** his friends And *** his bitch He's nothin', my nigga You are the one Everybody else is two and three You're the one I love you Make sure you hit me back This is your big brother, you hear me? This corrupt Got it Hey, call me soon as you get this, you hear me? Don't make me call your mama now, I'll track you down