Lyrics : Benny Blanco/Adam Feeney/Magnus Hoiberg/Jhené Aiko/Tommy Paxton Beesley
Music : Benny Blanco/Adam Feeney/Magnus Hoiberg/Jhené Aiko/Tommy Paxton Beesley
Oh boy, I'ma have to call them boys on you
Awe damn, awe damn
I'ma have to call that man on you
Something, something, something must be really wrong with you
Why can't you just tell the ****in' truth now?
Yes, ya mama did
She raised a fool, wow
What the **** did you learn in that school house?
To chase them thrills
Chasin' thrills
Takin' pills
In the hills
Slauson Hills
Overhills
Might get you killed
Not welcome 'round them parts no more
Do not run your mouth no more
I can't protect you no more
It's out of my hands, for sure
You should've called me
Why you never call me?
Why you never call me?
Ohh, you should've called me
Why you never call me?
Why you never call me?
Ohh
Okay, now you wanna say all that I've done to ya
You knew all along that I wasn't the one for you
So let's stop pretending like we were in love
We never shared anything but the drugs
We were both numb
Never had anything real between us
We really must
Be smoking that crazy shit
In my city, talkin' crazy shit
But you ain't know I'm a crazy bitch
And tell your lawyer that I ain't paying shit
Maybe you should chill
Really in your feels
My bros is really in the field
Neighborhood is really real
And they don't play that here
You shouldn't say that here
You should've made it clear, my dear
You should've called me
You should've called me
Why you never call me?
Why you never call me?
Ohh, you should've called me
Why you never call me?
Why you never call me?
Ohh
You, you, you, you
You should've called me
You, you, you, you
Ohh, oh
You, you, you, you
You should've called me
You, you, you, you
Now hey sis, I'ma let you know like this
Hit me right back, this Kurupt, okay?
All these **** with this bullshit, man, **** these ****, mayne
The 60's, we ain't worried bout none of these mother****in' busters
Ya understand me? From the Overhill to the fronts to the back, mayne
We pushin' this line to d'nine
So don't worry 'bout none of this shit from these funny ass ****
Don't worry 'bout him callin' you and all the rest of that shit
You know what? It's his loss, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Im pretty p'd
I heard the homie, the homie called me and was like
"Man, Jhené trippin', man, this buster ass **** got her mind ****ed up"
I'm like, "No, not Jhené"
Man, **** that ****, mayne
Néné, you hit me I got you, you understand me?
These **** is busters, **** that ****, and **** his friends, and **** his bitch
He's nothin', my ****, you are the one, everybody else is 2's and 3's
You're the one, I love you, make sure you hit me back
This is your big brother, you hear me?
This is Kurupt, Gotti
Aye, call me as soon as you get this, you hear me?
Don't make me call your mama now, I'll track you down