Call The Shots Lyrics

I call my shot

I'm in the box

Bottom ninth, I'm the babe in the bronx

I shoot my shot

Ready or not

Hold on tight baby

You know what I got

Aye, roll it up roll it up, get that bread

Smoke it up smoke it up, take my meds

Fuck it up fuck it up, that's just me

Run it up, run it up, dke

Smoke it up, smoke it up, burn that bud

Free yo mind, free yo mind, stack that paper

Be the money-maker stacking bread like that

Get yo guap real fat, like fat chick yeah

And let's blow that sack, like back to back

And let's blow this joint, lemme run point

I run this shit like I run yo bitch

And I ran that bitch like I did that shit

I ain't fucking with a hoe like you, slut

You don't want to fuck with me, but

You the one coming at me, huh

You don't give a fuck about me, huh

I beg to differ, I just had to miss her

She blew my whistle like a referee

And then I shot missile, like I popped a pistol

I'm so official I ain't bout to leave

I ain't fucking with a hoe like you, slut

You don't want to fuck with me, but

You the one coming at me, huh

You don't give a fuck about me, huh

Yeah right

I got mixed up with a bad case in a very bad place

They go switch up, cause they two-faced, and they hate me

And they hate me cause I'm ruthless, and I don't give a fuck about your politics

And I don't give a fuck about ya hollywood, I only give a fuck about my high bitch

You don't smoke, well you don't smoke, it's all good bro, I don't know

Just do what you want, imma spark this blunt

Get real high maybe take that bump

Molly at the bar like what's up girl

Got me feeling ill like oh so chill

Take ya home, I know ya want to go and when ya roll with me

You know we bout to blow, like an earthquake on a bad day

When you fuck with me, you know how it ought to be

Hey, treat you right like it's day n night

Chillen with the cudder, I'm the maniac, striking back, why it gotta be like that

Stop in, hop in, time to make the cash

Yea the people only doubted me to break my past

Fat dabs with dub lemme paint the past

Like this, like that, roll it up and make it fat

Maryjane got my back, since twenty one, blackjack

Hit the jackpot, not the crack pipe, get ya mind right, in the lime light, I'm alright