Call Casting Lyrics - Migos | English Song

Buddah blessed this beat
Yeah trap shit
No no no no no no

Up early in the morning trapping trap trap
You can get ’em while you asking ask
How many chickens
You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga 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
Bitches need to call casting yeah

Act Act
Put the backends in the back back
Draco on me it’s attached attached
Name a nigga with the pack pack
Name a nigga 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
Poured a thirty on my nine
For a nigga out of line
Mama cryin’ niggas dyin’
Wonder why I done grip the fire yeah

Up early in the morning trapping trap trap
You can get ’em while you asking ask
How many chickens
You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga 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
Bitches need to call casting yeah

Brrrt skrt skrt skrt skrt burrr pot
Niggas tried to send the thot
That's the only way to plot
Klay Thomp corner shot brrr
Eight-ball corner pocket ay
White boys in the game 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 fuckin’ on my tutor who
Truck backin’ 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 coco
Told her read between the lines coco
J’s out there snitchin’ yeah
Heard it through the vine J’s
Packin’ up the kitchen
Think I ran out of time yeah

Up early in the morning trapping trap trap
You can get ’em while you asking ask
How many chickens
You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga 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
Bitches need to call casting yeah

Woo woo woo woo woo packs
I paid the ticket get you whacked brrr
I chop the brick with the axe hey
The cookie smellin’ like a casket cookie
I’m sellin’ crack in my Raf’s crack
Put the addy in the nav addy
He steady poppin’ know it’s cap cap
I hit the jungle then adapt
30 thousand on the couch 30 bars
All my bitches from an app app
Instagram and the Snap Snap
I bet a hundred on the craps crap
I’m good on shawty do without
She fucking niggas for the check check
I’mma only get the mouth
Hop out a Lambo crossover on a bitch
I poured a four Actavis
Walk in Goyard got a bag for my bitch
Won’t get a kiss ’cause I know you suck dick
Spent you hundred Philippe on your wrist Patek
Twenty-five pointers one fist points
Twenty-five bitches on list twenty-five
Kill ten rubber band grip brrr

Up early in the morning trapping trap trap
You can get ’em while you asking ask
How many chickens
You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga 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
Bitches need to call casting yeah…