Spanish mami spicy like she hot tamale
I just hit for three now I skrt off in that new Ferrari
I am not a clone know that this style is what you can't copy
Called her on the phone now your baby giving sloppy toppy
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Never alone
She calling my phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
Dripped in Vlone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
She like "pick up the phone I'm calling"
Right hand on that iPhone X
Left hand always whipping that foreign
I don't do calls or FaceTime chats
All that talking for the weak ass rats
Can't guide me niggas don't do maps
All this money yeah I feel like Max
My car do tricks that's voodoo
She giving that slurp like noodle
Too much green that's Hulu
She calling my phone like who you?
I made a play that's Youtube
White girl twerk like who knew
She like hands free, bluetooth
And I put it on ring like half you
Mama said get these racks
Pops said flip these stacks
Imma go and make that back
Sean say he got my back
Flipping that work til it hurt
I got my shit from the dirt
Goodwill print on the shirt
Now my right wrist cold like brr
I can hear your phone calling
You can see a nigga ballin
I can hear your phone calling
You can see a nigga flossing
You can see flash my wrist
Check these niggas off my list
Two double Cs on the print
And the lean taste just like mint
Run up on a nigga I sprint
Too much racks I spent
All of my wrist on ten
Said we need to link said "when?"
I just might give you a rack
I just might run up a stack
Pete Kriss never gon lack
And the glock stay far in the back
Like woah woah woah
She was calling my phone
Said her man gonna know
She rocking Pete afro
Slide down we gon shoot
Call Travy for the loot
Put the phone on mute
I'm like what you tryna do (Aye)
Spanish mami spicy like she hot tamale
I just hit for three now I skrt off in that new Ferrari
I am not a clone know that this style is what you can't copy
Called her on the phone now your baby giving sloppy toppy
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Never alone
She calling my phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
Dripped in Vlone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
Pete Kriss - 1-800 Lyrics
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Spanish mami spicy like she hot tamale
I just hit for three now I skrt off in that new Ferrari
I am not a clone know that this style is what you can't copy
Called her on the phone now your baby giving sloppy toppy
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Never alone
She calling my phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
Dripped in Vlone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
She like "pick up the phone I'm calling"
Right hand on that iPhone X
Left hand always whipping that foreign
I don't do calls or FaceTime chats
All that talking for the weak ass rats
Can't guide me niggas don't do maps
All this money yeah I feel like Max
My car do tricks that's voodoo
She giving that slurp like noodle
Too much green that's Hulu
She calling my phone like who you?
I made a play that's Youtube
White girl twerk like who knew
She like hands free, bluetooth
And I put it on ring like half you
Mama said get these racks
Pops said flip these stacks
Imma go and make that back
Sean say he got my back
Flipping that work til it hurt
I got my shit from the dirt
Goodwill print on the shirt
Now my right wrist cold like brr
I can hear your phone calling
You can see a nigga ballin
I can hear your phone calling
You can see a nigga flossing
You can see flash my wrist
Check these niggas off my list
Two double Cs on the print
And the lean taste just like mint
Run up on a nigga I sprint
Too much racks I spent
All of my wrist on ten
Said we need to link said "when?"
I just might give you a rack
I just might run up a stack
Pete Kriss never gon lack
And the glock stay far in the back
Like woah woah woah
She was calling my phone
Said her man gonna know
She rocking Pete afro
Slide down we gon shoot
Call Travy for the loot
Put the phone on mute
I'm like what you tryna do (Aye)
Spanish mami spicy like she hot tamale
I just hit for three now I skrt off in that new Ferrari
I am not a clone know that this style is what you can't copy
Called her on the phone now your baby giving sloppy toppy
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Never alone
She calling my phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
Dripped in Vlone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
I just hit for three now I skrt off in that new Ferrari
I am not a clone know that this style is what you can't copy
Called her on the phone now your baby giving sloppy toppy
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Never alone
She calling my phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
Dripped in Vlone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
She like "pick up the phone I'm calling"
Right hand on that iPhone X
Left hand always whipping that foreign
I don't do calls or FaceTime chats
All that talking for the weak ass rats
Can't guide me niggas don't do maps
All this money yeah I feel like Max
My car do tricks that's voodoo
She giving that slurp like noodle
Too much green that's Hulu
She calling my phone like who you?
I made a play that's Youtube
White girl twerk like who knew
She like hands free, bluetooth
And I put it on ring like half you
Mama said get these racks
Pops said flip these stacks
Imma go and make that back
Sean say he got my back
Flipping that work til it hurt
I got my shit from the dirt
Goodwill print on the shirt
Now my right wrist cold like brr
I can hear your phone calling
You can see a nigga ballin
I can hear your phone calling
You can see a nigga flossing
You can see flash my wrist
Check these niggas off my list
Two double Cs on the print
And the lean taste just like mint
Run up on a nigga I sprint
Too much racks I spent
All of my wrist on ten
Said we need to link said "when?"
I just might give you a rack
I just might run up a stack
Pete Kriss never gon lack
And the glock stay far in the back
Like woah woah woah
She was calling my phone
Said her man gonna know
She rocking Pete afro
Slide down we gon shoot
Call Travy for the loot
Put the phone on mute
I'm like what you tryna do (Aye)
Spanish mami spicy like she hot tamale
I just hit for three now I skrt off in that new Ferrari
I am not a clone know that this style is what you can't copy
Called her on the phone now your baby giving sloppy toppy
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Never alone
She calling my phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
Dripped in Vlone
Pick up the Phone
Can't leave me alone
Pick up the Phone
Writer: Ife Ohueyi
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid