MiQ The Burb Boy - Call Back (feat. Mike Shabb) Lyrics

(Montreal)
(Jamvvis killed this shit)
(Let's go)

I heard my city was sleepin' on me
So I had to come through with alarms for the shit
I know that they don't really talk about me
And placements seem to cost an arm and a dick
I don't know how much longer I can take
'Fore I take what I want
From apartments and shit
Here is the message I got for the youth
Homie, life is a slut and then karma's a bitch
So f*ck em aye, I don't really wanna hear none
From nobody who ain't never did shit for the buzzin' uh
I'm still down here at the bottom
Hit the f*ckin' follow button
Boy I'm comin' wit the 'didas and I'm runnin' uh aye
I think it's kinda funny, huh aye
I'ma look back when they love me
Little laugh, knowin' you was all late to the party yuh
Burb boy comin' cross state side
Track game all stars like it's late night
Yeah it's Mike with the Q get the name right
And I never been worried what the pay like
I don't need to stunt for the clout in the club with the ace and the bub
Shit I'm chasin' the bass probably next to the speaker
Hopin' the DJ could keep up
If not then I'm dippin', someone pull my jeep up yup, hey
All facts, you could hear my first tape when I called that, right?
I ain't ever change only had to rearrange
And I put that on my muhf*ckin' ballsack, right?
Aye, fallback, when I used to be worried bout a callback
Now its always moon on, whip with the cruise on
I don't even hear em when they call back muhf*cka backup

Muhf*cka back up
Muhf*cka back, aye
Muhf*cka back, aye

Aye, aye
Shabbo I bust at these niggas right back
Say that's your shawty, your shawty got back
Fendi and Gucci, that's all on my bag
F*ck all that talk, I just want me some cash
My niggas with me
We the mob, this a wolf pack
Big bag full of stain, that's a boof pack
Don't walk with that bag, you might lose that
Trap hot, we don't walk with no blue rags
Bitches crazy, now these bitches need Jesus
Ya'll wanna meet with the devil and reapers
Spend all that cheese on that sauce, it's a pizza
You still in your kitchen, out lookin' for cheese
Bag it up, bag it up, bag it up uh
My bitch wanna spend but I stack it up huh
A lot of these niggas still actin' up huh
These bitches bite me like dracula huh
Shabbo I'm stackin' the chips
They call me DeNiro McChips
I walk in the trap like I'm Tip
If there's somethin' suspicious then I'm dippin'
Woah, watch how I'm flippin' the flow
Watch how I'm dippin' in gold
These niggas mad that's fosho
Bitch