text: No Caller Lyrics
  Pipe it up PJ
  Nostalgia
  #31#, you dont even know who rang it
  I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage
  Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic?
  Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it
  Better hide what we got in the car or its back to the wing where theres not enough staff
  Running low on snow till I put it on my boat, now weve got enough hard
  Other side aint got enough heart and we go on bikes if theres not enough cars
  I was in the T house breaking a half, watching the door like Im 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 didnt get done
  Tap bro-bro when I see my man, gimme this one
  But hes too selfish, hes tryna finish this one
  Oh well, my works is his works, teamwork makes the dream work
  With a .44 on tour, lets see who we see first
  #31#, you dont even know who rang it
  I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage
  Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic?
  Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it
  #31#, you dont even know who rang it
  I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage
  Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic?
  Next one asking whats 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 101s got sold before I went and bought a cannon
  Dont even ask no questions, course it got-got if got caught lackin
  I cant even fit this 4s in my Amiri jeans, Im into smokey fashion
  Opp block tour with a S on the dashboard, make sure theres no more dashing
  Handting and whole load of Rambos, thats a normal pattern
  Them man are no certain gang ting, theyre 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 aint even from Atlanta
  #31#, you dont even know who rang it
  I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage
  Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic?
  Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it
  #31#, you dont even know who rang it
  I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage
  Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic?
  Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag itEmbed