Call Up by Gyyps Lyrics
Shit, I can hear myself loud and clear now
Check, check, check
[Verse 1: Gyyps]
Weed crumbs on the iPhone 6
Imma leave some, get the iPhone lit
Look at my right, look at my left
Dying breed type of girl there ain't nobody else
Round midnight when she called me on the beeper
I know what she like, and a homie can't believe it
You just wanna fuck, you prolly wanna leave me when it's done
You prolly Uber home in a Visa
Rich bitch, really never need her
Now I'm getting with the daughter of the preacher
Oh lord, you can count me as a sinner
I been hitting bongs with tobacco all in 'em
Maybe I'm wrong when I say to move on
Cause my nights so long when I think of you
When I'm writing these songs, re-writing my wrongs
They don't really get along cause I'm praying too
And I'm playing that thug, rap, gangsta shit
Saying fuck that major shit
If the beat don't bang a bit, if the heat don't make you sick
Then you shouldn't be famous then
I been staying lowkey with these bitches
Imma handle me like a business
I don't wanna leave with the digits
2273 and I'm winning
Scheming on three different bitches
Chorus
[Hook: Gyyps & Anna Dellaria]
Don't nobody know about us
What you got is something called love
Anytime you wanna call up
Just call up, baby
Don't nobody know about us
Trying not to mess with my other
Anytime you wanna call up
Just call up, baby, call up
[Verse 2: Gyyps]
Loving my beat as she come on the beat
And she wetting my sheets but I'm letting it be
Just like Beauty and Beast I go beast when I eat
And she riding my piece like I'm writing the lease
I don't wanna hear it, I don't wanna give you my attention
Everybody hear me, everybody got the wrong intention
You ain't really with it
You ain't really killing
You ain't really tripping
You ain't really in the kitchen with the skillet, uh
Back to back, I rap for Canoga Park
Laughing at the cats I'm a passing dog
Master craft, imagine I'm Ken Lamar
Gatter at my back and I'm blasting off
One time for the hype on Lauryn Hill
Two times for the hype I'm gonna feel
My advice for nights when the light is gone:
Bite the bullet and fight when the fight is on
[Hook x2]
Check, check, check
[Verse 1: Gyyps]
Weed crumbs on the iPhone 6
Imma leave some, get the iPhone lit
Look at my right, look at my left
Dying breed type of girl there ain't nobody else
Round midnight when she called me on the beeper
I know what she like, and a homie can't believe it
You just wanna fuck, you prolly wanna leave me when it's done
You prolly Uber home in a Visa
Rich bitch, really never need her
Now I'm getting with the daughter of the preacher
Oh lord, you can count me as a sinner
I been hitting bongs with tobacco all in 'em
Maybe I'm wrong when I say to move on
Cause my nights so long when I think of you
When I'm writing these songs, re-writing my wrongs
They don't really get along cause I'm praying too
And I'm playing that thug, rap, gangsta shit
Saying fuck that major shit
If the beat don't bang a bit, if the heat don't make you sick
Then you shouldn't be famous then
I been staying lowkey with these bitches
Imma handle me like a business
I don't wanna leave with the digits
2273 and I'm winning
Scheming on three different bitches
Chorus
[Hook: Gyyps & Anna Dellaria]
Don't nobody know about us
What you got is something called love
Anytime you wanna call up
Just call up, baby
Don't nobody know about us
Trying not to mess with my other
Anytime you wanna call up
Just call up, baby, call up
[Verse 2: Gyyps]
Loving my beat as she come on the beat
And she wetting my sheets but I'm letting it be
Just like Beauty and Beast I go beast when I eat
And she riding my piece like I'm writing the lease
I don't wanna hear it, I don't wanna give you my attention
Everybody hear me, everybody got the wrong intention
You ain't really with it
You ain't really killing
You ain't really tripping
You ain't really in the kitchen with the skillet, uh
Back to back, I rap for Canoga Park
Laughing at the cats I'm a passing dog
Master craft, imagine I'm Ken Lamar
Gatter at my back and I'm blasting off
One time for the hype on Lauryn Hill
Two times for the hype I'm gonna feel
My advice for nights when the light is gone:
Bite the bullet and fight when the fight is on
[Hook x2]