More songs by Kal Banx
Description
Main Artist: Kal Banx
Producer: Oliver Easton
Producer: Julian Currier
Producer: Kal Banx
Lyricist: Kalon Berry
Composer: Kalon Berry
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hey, answer the phone, bitch. Got shit on the floor, man. Let's go.
Hey, she got she/her in her bio, that mean she a freak bitch.
Twin sisters in the whip and I don't know which is which.
Niggas saying this and that, but they all telling. I can't travel with my niggas 'cause they all felons. Bitch, I feel like
Sosa cooking up that portobello.
Married to the game and I won't stop, don't call the reverend. Couple Mings that do more than hit the office for severance.
Don't hit me with no fifty-fifty, we got plenty left, rich.
I'm balling, that's the narrative. Don't chase 'em, that's embarrassing. That rosé got clarity.
These diamonds never perishing.
Please don't hit my phone if we ain't bothering no dividends. Crib filled up with OGs and Lupe Picasso appearances. Yeah, nigga. Got
NB calling. Nigga, YP, straight up the motherfucker one way, nigga.
Shout out my nigga Hal, nigga. Now bringing this shit back to my neighborhood, nigga.
Fifty-seven, nigga. Dirty wood, bitch.
Hey, she got she/her in her bio, that mean she a freak bitch. Twin sisters in the whip and I don't know which is which.
Niggas saying this and that, but they all telling.
I can't travel with my niggas 'cause they all felons. Bitch, I feel like Sosa cooking up that portobello.
Married to the game and I won't stop, don't call the reverend.
Couple Mings that do more than hit the office for severance.
Don't hit me with no fifty-fifty, we got plenty left, rich. I ain't go politic for speech. Sweet talk ain't the move for me.
Step through Mistake with a piece. We been ducked down for some weeks.
Got the code to say the least. 'Cause my heart remain a P. Thank God I came from what I seen.
Keep the reminders in my jeans. These days I move just like O. B.
My daddy ain't raise no dummy. I talk that way, that got my fee. Rose up and got to hustling.
Yeah, nigga, it's some young niggas trying to get to it. So I'ma take off in my
Dodge and let the Bible with me.
Hey, she got she/her in her bio, that mean she a freak bitch. Twin sisters in the whip and I don't know which is which.
Niggas saying this and that, but they all telling.
I can't travel with my niggas 'cause they all felons. Bitch, I feel like Sosa cooking up that portobello.
Married to the game and I won't stop, don't call the reverend.
Couple Mings that do more than hit the office for severance.
Don't hit me with no fifty-fifty, we got plenty left, rich.
Say,
Kyle Banks, man, uh, uh, I don't know if you just want me to give up trying to reach out to you, bro, but, uh, I ain't gonna give up on you, man. But
I just wanna wish you a happy birthday and, you know.
I'm here for you, man. Whenever you wanna reach out.
I mean, I don't understand completely what's going on with you, but, you know, nobody, nobody's ready for the loss of their mother, man, and, uh, I definitely understand that.
But, um, um,
I never seen anybody handle they, theyself by, you know, with kind of withdrawing from everybody, bro. I mean,
I mean, I know you still gotta deal with some people out there with your business.
So, um, what's, what's up, man?
I mean, you-- I don't, I don't think your mother would want you to be, uh, isolated from your family, man, or this part of your family anyway. I don't know,
I don't know, uh. . .
I-- everybody I talked to said they ain't heard from you, so anyway, give me a call, bro. I'm gonna say you one more time. Give me a call. Yeah,
I'm here.
I'm here, dog.
You know, I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, and, uh, I don't know if you saw my text-- my message. I said to you I got a, I got a kid now.
You know what I'm saying? I'm finna, I'm finna start sharpening up on my lick, bro.
So just reach out to me, let me know you're okay, and you know what I'm saying?
We'll just leave it like that, man, all right? So I'll talk to you later.