Milli Major – Phone Call Lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Old school like Bogle
Know say I’ve got my ting local
Any man violate?
Ring off the ting like a phone call
Ring off the ting like a phone call
Ring off the ting like a phone call
You know my ting’s local
Ring off the ting like a phone call

[Verse 1]
Any boy test that
Straight corn for your headback
If I really don’t like you
Try and diss me, I won’t send back
How you claim you’re a rap star?
Name one time that you weren’t jet-lagged
Had to dash something under the fed car
That day I got nicked at the red flash
Can’t come around tryna diss my bro
Touch anybody that I came here with
Then I guarantee you will not leave here and drive home
Then I saw man on the high road
So I ducked man down on the high road
Run down you and your bredrin
Then I ring off the ting like an iPhone
I could do this with my eyes closed

[Chorus]
Old school like Bogle
Know say I’ve got my ting local
Any man violate?
Ring off the ting like a phone call
Ring off the ting like a phone call
Ring off the ting like a phone call
You know my ting’s local
Ring off the ting like a phone call

[Verse 2]
Real mic man that still slap burner
Dem crew murder, everyting murder
Man wanna talk pon online server
Beat his gyal twice, no Ike Turner
Mike’s girl couldn’t get with the programme
Getting involved where it don’t concern her
Free bro cuh he’s looking at a bin
If I could, I would’ve pitched that work off
My team, so on form
Not one of your mandem ever slapped corn
If you grow with a grass, mow that lawn
And don’t put a tune out if it’s lukewarm
Ring off the ting like a Samsung
This one a badboy anthem
Gs dem still trap from abundance
Where’s the gyal dem? Pass me the Magnum

[Chorus]
Old school like Bogle
Know say I’ve got my ting local
Any man violate?
Ring off the ting like a phone call
Ring off the ting like a phone call
Ring off the ting like a phone call
You know my ting’s local
Ring off the ting like a phone call

[Bridge]
Real mic man that still slap burner
Dem crew murder, everyting murder
Real mic man that still slap burner
Dem crew murder, everyting murder
Real mic man that still slap burner
Dem crew murder, everyting murder
Real mic man that still slap burner
Dem crew murder, everyting murder

[Chorus]
Old school like Bogle
Know say I’ve got my ting local
Any man violate?
Ring off the ting like a phone call
Ring off the ting like a phone call
Ring off the ting like a phone call
You know my ting’s local
Ring off the ting like a phone call

[Outro]
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Lil Yachty – Riley From the Boondocks Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
And Maybach Mitch on the beat too, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ooh, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, bitch, Ike Turner the beat
600 degrees
Baby just want a degree
I’ma pay all of the fees
Yup, told her, “We need more like you”
Really need less like me
I’ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
488, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it’s TD
Slide on yo bitch like a CD
Rarely seen, when I am, it’s a Kodak
You niggas snitchin’, I already know that
Make a decision by makin’ decision
These niggas be switchin’, I’ma have to cut ’em
But touch my umbrella
We can’t be related ’cause I’m a go-getter
And he’s just too lazy, the Glock got the laser
The pump got the laser, the Uzi, a laser
The AR, a laser, I’m strapped, don’t do tasers
Yeah, turn you to a tater
Just got an AP and stomp out like the Raiders
I prayed to be best, I’m like crackin’ away from
I’m cool with my neighbors, they plot with the mayors
I can’t get in trouble
I only back down if I’m shootin’, I double
She ride on the dick like the bike with the muffle
I said I had one, but I keep me a couple
I can’t do no scuffle

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks

[Verse 2]
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money (Checks)
Signed with QC and started actin’ funny
Changed my number five times since you’ve had it, dummy
I’m outside, it’s V-Live, come and press it, dummy (Damn)
I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope), I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope)
Lick that pussy ’til it’s squirtin’ like a sprinkler spout
Fuck her once, then I took her to the In-N-Out
Bitch, I’m all about the gang, ain’t no signin’ out
Yeah, we vibin’ out, and they ridin’ out
Bet you say the wrong thing, then we wildin’ out
Don’t you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain’t New Edition, VVS’ glisten
I was raised by the loaders, they don’t ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we X boys

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks

Drake – Portland (feat. Quavo & Travis Sc (More Life Album)

[Intro: Drake]
Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
Yeah
It’s all Habibis ting, ya?

[Verse 1: Drake]
Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
Tryna show the dogs brighter days
Got a torch, tryna light the way
Bitin’ everybody, which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
Have fans but you let ’em down
But I guess that’s how you niggas gettin’ down
I’m so high up I’m like, "How is niggas really gettin’ down?"
I could never have a kid, then be out here still kiddin’ around
Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party
And I gave it to the killas just to break it down
Bring us up, I never take us down
But if you bring me up, then they might take you down
Fake fuck with me back then
But it’s gettin’ hard for you to fake it now
Fuck bein’ rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now

[Hook: Quavo]
Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt, Skrrt

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo) Young nigga, I invented you
Ike Turner with the left hand
Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
Gangland with the right hand
Undertaker with the tattoos
Never listen to the class rules
Switch it up would be the last move (Let’s go!)
I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
You got the going out sad bitches
I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
I got the keys to the streets (keys)
You got the key to defeat (defeated)
I got the keys to the warzone (brrrapt)
You got the key to the bees (ugh)

[Hook: Quavo]
Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
Gettin’ loose, off the Henny rock, and a hint of Goose
Ocean deep in my swimmin’ pool
Throwin’ Dead Prez in my livin’ room
Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
Flood my rollie, told my bitch, "Let’s go snorkelin’!"
Out in Portland, tryna get in her organs
No, I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
(Yeah) I might just go get the fade
Buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
It’s lit at the crib, you could stay
Me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
I guess, fuck the fuck-shit, I’m biased
I mix, double the cup when I’m stressed
Got my momma out the basement
That’s a different type of face lift
Free Max B out the bracelets
Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is

[Hook: Quavo]
Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt, Skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes