Call Em Out by Avias Seay
Call Em Out lyrics
Chorus: call em out call em out let them niggaz see what you about
Bring no guns to the match cause these hands up to date
No calling you on phones cause we know where you stay
You rookie you a lame talking shit nigga get that ass tame
Call em out call em out let them niggaz see what you about
Verse1: they say yo ass real soft so you gone talk shit
Um through with the drama now bring on it
You bout to get one so you better run home
You about to get two shots thrown to ya dome
Lets thump... lets fight... um ready to give it all my might
Niggaz I knew you was soft when you grab your girl
I got 50 hoes to that will knock out her world
You bullshit I'm real, put this fight on a bet what's the deal
Cause ima win, you gone lose, both eyes black with a chip tooth
Wassup nigga what's really you already know the fucking deally
You silly... you dumb... care yo ass home go suck yo thumb
My squad posted up at the midnight spot
I have you checking out of here as soon as I get hot
No need to call 911 on the scene
Cause you gone be leaking to the chevy I'm gone beam
No need to say sorry cause you in too late
My anger seek vengeance so it's time that you pay
Tell yo girl I want to lay after fucking she can't stay
Cause I'm real classy nigga check my profile around
You can bring yo whole army one punch then they down
Cause what it do... what it is... nigga mind yo own motherfucking biz
Cause I'm two - steps- away- from- whooping- yo- ass
Chorus: call em out call em out let them niggaz see what you about
Bring no guns to the match cause these hands up to date
No calling you on phones cause we know where you stay
You rookie you a lame talking shit nigga get that ass tame
Call em out call em out let them niggaz see what you about
Verse2
Now you off in the zone on a pill and shit
Nigga wake yo ass up cause this fade you can get
It's too late for crew now they out to leave town
Nigga give me this fade I want sixty five rounds
But you cant- cause you you- nigga buck out do what you do
Dis l-town putting down we need no freon
You a maggot you a roach you a lame ass peon
I'm about to hit the block no need to get speeding
All that shit up in the club now you boyz got you leaving
You- flaw- you fake- you type of nigga I brawl
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