Calliko - Wrkout lyrics

rate me

I fell asleep drunk, woke up turnt up

Reeced over to the camera, where the earth was

Received a text from a chick I ain’t heard from

Saying she horny and, in a mood to twerk some

But the money is what got her attention

So I stay on the paper … all the way to the finish

I got material goals while I’m shooting for Guinness

Taking it back to the 90’s, I’m a motherfucking menace

On the money making mission like my nigga 2 chainz

Tryna top the chop off like a tupee

I drown them water boys like I’m bobby bushe

I done top of in the booth and leave a bunch of poop stains

Bees in the trap, bee, bees in the trap

With a … my 24 double cup that

I can smell it …cause this stuff full of sex

By the end of the month, I’m tryna see a bunch of racks

I been the man forever, the top is so lonely

So I find confident these rows go rollie

When I get to fucking bitches always try to hold me

But I’m cold on them hoes, yellow mac call me goldie

This is bindess, nothing personal, I am not your homie

Just a humble nigga sharing wealth, passing nigga…

If you way meet me back at high school, you don’t know me

I am on it, you know my song, like a motherfucker …

On my way, on my way, yeah they say I’m up next

I’m on my way, on my way, yeah they say I’m up next

I’m on my way, on my way, yeah they say I’m up next

Cause I’m the truth, every time a nigga shooting

So I let them, I’m on my way, on my way

Nigga try to remove them,

On my way, on my way, nigga try to remove them,

On my way, on my way, nigga try to remove them,

On my way, on my way, nigga try to remove them,

I’m a truth, … so I’m next nigga, callie, aha.