Migos – Call Casting Lyrics

(Intro – Sample & Takeoff)
Buddah blessed this beat
(Yeah, trap shit
No, no, no, no, no, no, no)

(Chorus – Takeoff)
Up early in the morning trapping, trap, trap
You can get em how you asking, ask
How many chickens? you can get em whichever way
Ni**a, trap turned Zaxby’sm, Zax
I beat the pot with a passion, beat it up
A hundred acres on the mansion, mansion
I dab in the latest fashion, eat it up
Bi**hes need to call casting, yeah

(Verse 1 – Takeoff)
Ack, Ack
Put the backends in the back, back
Draco on me, it’s attached, attached
Name a ni**a with the pack, pack
Name a ni**a with the sack, sack
I love my Glock, I got the MAC, MAC
She eat the molly like a snack, eat it up
This gold on my neck a plaque, plaque
Bando Shane’s Rib Shack, eat it up
Rob the plug if you tax, tax
Sip the lean and relax, drink it up
Park the Lamb in the back, skrt, skrt
Big dog, you a cat, cat
Rich in the matte black, skrt, skrt
Twenty hoes to be exact, yeah
I need ten, that’s a dime
Want a nickel, that’s a five
One to fly, one to slide
One to glide, ain’t got time
Put a thirty on my nine
For a ni**a out of line
Mama crying, ni**as dying
Wonder why I done grip the fire, yeah

(Chorus – Takeoff)
Up early in the morning trapping, trap, trap
You can get em how you asking, ask
How many chickens? you can get em whichever way
Ni**a, trap turned Zaxby’s, Zax
I beat the pot with a passion, beat it up
A hundred acres on the mansion, mansion
I dab in the latest fashion, eat it up
Bi**hes need to call casting, yeah

(Verse 2 – Quavo)
Brrrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, burrr, pot
Ni**as tried to send a thot
That’s the only way to plot
Klay Thomp, corner shot, brrr
Eight-ball, corner pocket, ay
White boys in the gang, white
Call em Andy Milonakis, yeah
He won’t hesitate to shoot em, shoot
Private jet to Bermuda, woo
I knew I been had sauce, who
Cause I was f**king on my tutor, who
Truck backing up the dooley
A hundred pounds out the cooler
Came from a Cup O Noodles
I fucked the game, karma sutra
I got M’s on my mind
I got boulders in my time
Put a model bitch on coca
Told her read between the lines, coco
J’s out there snitching, yeah
Heard it through the vine, J’s
Packing up the kitchen
Think I ran out of time, yeah

(Chorus – Takeoff)
Up early in the morning trapping, trap, trap
You can get em how you asking, ask
How many chickens? you can get em whichever way
Ni**a, trap turned Zaxby’s, Zax
I beat the pot with a passion, beat it up
A hundred acres on the mansion, mansion
I dab in the latest fashion, eat it up
Bi**hes need to call casting, yeah

(Verse 3 – Offset)
Woo woo woo woo woo, packs
I paid the ticket, get you whacked, brrr
I chop the brick with the axe, hey
The cookie smelling like a casket, cookie
I’m selling crack in my Raf’s, crack
Put the addy in the nav, addy
He steady popping, know it’s cap, cap
I hit the jungle, then adapt, rarr
30 thousand on the couch, 30 bars
All my bi**hes from an app, app
Instagram and the Snap, Snap
I bet a hundred on the craps, crap
I’m good on shawty, do without, ooh
She f**king ni**as for the check, check
I’ma only get the mouth
Hop out a Lambo, crossover on a bi**h, skrt
I poured a four, Actavis, Act
Walk in Goyard, got a bag for my bi**h, bag
Won’t give a kiss cause I know you s**k d**k, mwah
Spent you hundred, Philippe on your wrist, Patek
Twenty five pointers, one fist, points
Twenty five bi**hes on list, twenty five
Kill ten, rubber band grip, brrr

(Repeat Chorus)

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