Lil Uzi Vert – Call Me Right Back (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Tell me not to call you then you call me right back
Say you trust me but peep when you’re fallin’ back
Tell me not to call you then you call me right back
Call me right back
You tell me not to call you then you call me right back
Say you trust me but peep when you’re fallin’ back
If we ever fell I don’t ever fall back
Even though in this world I never saw that
[Verse 1]
All the things I do for her
All the things she do for d**
Then again she do for us
Started off with just some lust
Then again it was a must
Even though we fight and fuss
Buy diamonds then we hug
Face down that’s how I f**
Like I ain’t new to this
Been around the world
All types, all types of girls
I love you, drivin’ in that Porsche
Like oh yeah
Brittany like slow down
When I hit it from the back
Brittany like slow down
She put on a show now
[Bridge]
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
f** her on the counter, yeah
I’ma give her diamonds, oh yeah
I’ma go Rambo, oh yeah
f** around on camera, oh yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
Yeah, saw a bad b**h in a tan truck
Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom
Aye, stole my whole style then I switched it
Told ’em slow down in the kitchen
Cause he whip it like it’s Bisquick
Like lookin’ at my Rollie get you right on my hit list
The way your b**h lookin’ at me get her right on my hit list
Yeah, you can’t do nothin’ with me
No, you can’t do nothin’ with me
Yeah, you can’t do nothin’ with me
I’m just bein’ honest, aye
I’m just bein’ honest, aye
Count that check, that comma, aye
I might Saint Laurent it
Balmain, Saint Laurent it
Got your b**h all on me, aye
I don’t wanna harm her, aye
Got my old b**h on me, aye
Drive around I own it, aye
Drive around, skrt, like I stole it, aye
All my clothes designer, aye
I don’t ever fold ’em, aye
I remember cold days
Now my diamonds colder, aye
Changed on ya, that’s on my neck
Come right back like Notre Dame
[Outro]
Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
Yeah, saw a bad b**h in a tan truck
Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom
Don’t get what she want she throw a tantrum
Get her what she want cause my bands up
You couldn’t get her what she want cause you random
You be hatin’ on the low, no you a fan, yeah
Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
Yeah, saw a bad b**h in a tan truck
Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom

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