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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LPB Poody
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Momberger
Composer
Robert Lee Perry Jr.
Composer
Rupert Thomas Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Momberger
Producer
SEVN Thomas
Producer
Darko
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Victor "Slim" Caceres
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
This is a pre-paid collect call from (Chad) an inmate at Seminole county jail
I got some shit I wanna say so just listen
Erase that shit that I got, I'm gonna do some real shit
Nah, nah you can keep that I'm saying? How I told you how I feel
I'm finna take this shit here too the booth
I got so much shit that been sittin' on my mind
Bust down a Cartier I threw some ice on my time
My phone been blowing up they see that I'm doing fine
I ain't get a call from you and you so they been bangin' my line
I ain't got no worries, Stacy, I got a bag so I've been splurgin'
Wrapped a new Benz in five percent this bitch had came with curtains
Remember back then I was on my dick get 15 for these verses
They doing it for the hype and fame the money my only purpose
I wonder, I say I wonder what he doin'
I wonder who he fuckin' with, I wonder who he screwin'
I wonder how he left the trap and started making music
Keep on wonderin' what I'm doin' you gon' forever gon' be clueless
I wonder how he get a verse from Ross
I wonder how he feel about his dead dawg, he took a loss
I wonder how he take two to the back but still can walk
I wonder how he took so many Ls but still a boss
Man, them niggas played when they shot me
Ain't wanna talk about it but lately I've been feeling cocky
Carver shores baseball team we swangin' sticks just like it's hockey
They heard I got a bag but that don't mean I gotta drop it
Like tell them boys to stop it
I've been down to my lowest I'm finna turn it up a notch I'm scortchin' hot
One forever under my Jersey Chris Bosh
I know the opps be lurking just like my wrist they watch
They know where I be at tell 'em pull up to the spot
They can go ahead and pull in but they won't pull out
Like little sizzlers, we be ready, the block is hot!
Always say they gon' bend, but I know, they not
Don't give a fuck if we some kin
'Cause these sticks is all I got
These sticks is all I got
Sticks is all I got
These sticks what I believe in
'Cause the truth what they spit out
How many sticks you got?
Give me a round about
'Cause these sticks is all I got
These sticks is all I got
Sticks is all I got
These sticks what I believe in
'Cause the truth what they spit out
How many sticks you got? Give me a round about
'Cause these sticks is all I got
I wonder, I say I wonder what he doin'
I wonder who he fuckin' with, I wonder who he screwin'
I wonder how he left the trap and started making music
Keep on wonderin' what I'm doin' you gon' forever gon' be clueless
I wonder how he get a verse from Ross
I wonder how he feel about his dead dawg, he took a loss
I wonder how he take two to the back but still can walk
I wonder how he took so many Ls but still a boss
(Down to my lowest I'm finna turn it up a notch I'm scortchin hot)
An inmate at Seminole county jail
This call is subject to monitoring, to accept charges (hold on Vic) to refuse charges press
Thank you for using you may start the conversation now (bitch you-)
What's up my nigga?
What's up bitch? You lucky I caught my phone
I was in the damn booth recording some shit
Writer(s): Rupert Thomas Jr., Sean Momberger, Robert Lee Perry Jr
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