[Lyric] Callin Single (Remy R.E.D)

[Intro: The Jacka]
J A nxxxx
The Dragons
I think they know what this is

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
They on the block with no protection
I'm to the top like smoke detectors
No respect here so ya bread don't mean nothin'
Why you mean muggin? never say you seen somethin'
I'm in a mean custom, livin' ya dreams cousin
I'm simply thuggin' but, we who they lovin' what
Do you want from us, we kill for what we got
Is that how you rock? on some G sxxx?
Dope like the coke they caught xxx with
All leather V 10, Hundred dolla' V neck
Blow the OG strand, all you got is regrets
Coming off the Bay bridge, slappin' Devil's Rejects
They don't know who they is, so they hate what we got
Boy I'm just a Made Man flyer than a peacock
Nxxxxx talk tough til' they spit they front teeth off
Mxxxxxxxxx hatin' man don't make me pull my heat out
[Chorus: Remy R.E.D]
This is for my box Chevys, fifteens knockin'
Slappin' up the block all night
This is for my drop top, Benzes, scrapers
Ride through the Strip all night
Money keep callin'
Bxxxxxx keep callin'
Pull up in a stock foreign
Keep hatin' I'ma see ballin'

[Verse 2: Remy R.E.D]
Me n' Bonnie ride shotty with a banger
Got a line in every state, no strangers
Devil come disguised as a angel
When you protected by God they gon' hate you
I live in the Bay ain't a strain we ain't blaze yet
Young king I been a Ace, me n' Jack from the same deck
Black on white paint like rain the wip stay wet
Suckaz get checked everyday cuz they don't play chess
Thizz; I don't bang sets, you can ask Kilo
All he know is Mob live and die by the G code
You can find me in the hood with the squad goin' beast mode
If you ain't gettin' guop, why the fxxx you in the streets fo?

[Chorus]
This is for my box Chevys, fifteens knockin'
Slappin' up the block all night
This is for my drop top, Benzes, scrapers
Ride through the Strip all night
Money keep callin'
Bxxxxxx keep callin'
Pull up in a stock foreign
Keep hatin' I'ma see ballin'
[Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak]
Sit back enjoy the ride, recline your seat
Hella missed calls, ridin' smokin', wakin' up the streets
Woke on this no joke on that, ain't gamed up
Good in a Wood back to back, nxxxx flame up
No tamin' grown lion in the backyard
I'm talkin' bout the bxxxx, imagine that yeah that part
Sharks in the water, oh yeah and piranhas
Kill n' ditch, if that's the move then woo woo whoop, comas
Yada yo, y'all should know the statements on his folks
Get yo ass moved on tryina count the spokes
So O to the Land if yadada'm sayin
Now quit by yoself, with that game plan

[Chorus]
This is for my box Chevys, fifteens knockin'
Slappin' up the block all night
This is for my drop top, Benzes, scrapers
Ride through the Strip all night
Money keep callin'
Bxxxxxx keep callin'
Pull up in a stock foreign
Keep hatin' I'ma see ballin

[Outro: Remy R.E.D]
Aye, money keep (callin')
You from the Bay the money keep (callin')
L.A the money keep (callin')
NY the money keep (callin')
Down South yeah we still ballin'
Rest in peace to the ones fallen