Never Call Me (feat. YG) - Remix

Oh boy, I'ma have to call them boys on you

Oh damn, oh 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 fuckin' truth now?

Yes your mama did, she raised a fool, wow

What the fuck did you learn in that schoolhouse?

Chasing girls to chasin' thrills

Takin' pills in the hills,

Slauson Hills, Overhills might get you killed

And I won't come '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?

Oh, oh, oh, oh you should've called me

Why you never call me?

Why you never call me?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Okay, now you wanna say all that I 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

You 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?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, you should've called me

Why you never call me?

Oh, oh, oh, oh

You should've called me

Why you never call me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Nigga, don't play

Nigga, nigga, nigga don't play

Nigga, go brazy for tonight

Rob dirty with the .30 for tonight

Pull up on your ass like, hey

Fuck life, catch a case

Suu whoop this, suu whoop that

Nigga, nigga, this Blood Gang, ayy

And when you call her, call her

No, bitch, that's out (that's out)

You callin' lawyers, that's snitch shit, mm-mm, that's out

I'm a L.A. nigga, we do everything for the clout

So we ain't got no problem pullin' up suckin' yo' ass out

6-4 bounce, the flag hang out

Drink a whole fif', smoke a whole ounze

Lookin' like Stacy, off the wood when it's a drought

Thinkin' YG gon' slide, no doubt

I ain't in the middle of no pickin' pussy

But she callin' me 'cause you callin' her

I got shit to do and you workin' her nerve

You tryna get her back 'cause you fuckin' hurt

It's on Bro

Oh, oh, oh, oh

You should've called me

It's over brodie

Sometimes you gotta let shit go

You know on the west side that's how it go

Cry me a river

You, you, you, you

And you know she raisin' a daughter so she gotta get smarter

That's when relationship gets harder, nigga

You, you, you, you

You should've called me

You, you, you, you