Cal Scruby - Michael Bay Lyrics
V1I’m like ***** that ***** on the other side, they know my grass is way greenerFind the baddest ***** and I take her home and that ass on her like TrinaI’m just wondering if she got a man cuz there ain’t no ring on that fingerI got pull-up game like Stephen Curry, my pull-out game is like JengaShut the ***** up, I ain’t tryna have no conversationCity show so much love when the boy came home broke MF had to hate itI ain’t have to make it, could’ve worked a 9-5 like you when I graduatedBut I’m glad I waited, cuz I’ma hit your girl from the back; send a MF back to basicsWhy ain’t you listen? I told you be quiet (yeah)Put out your album and nobody buying (yeah)I get it, you on your hustle, I know you be trying (yeah)You just keep mentioning all of these rappers I know so I know you be lying (nah)This is a monologue, why am I speaking to you?It’s like confession with me in the booth, father forgive me for speaking the truthI got that piece on my necklace turn water to wine, but I mix that vodka with juiceSwitch it to whiskey and mixing vermouth, I’m drunk in Manhattan…HOOKMy shit blowing upSo many calls, my shit blowing upNo time to talk, my shit blowing upMy ringer off but I’m still blowing upYeah I’m blowing upMy shit blowing upLike Independence Day, I’m blowing upShit more like Michael Bay, I’m blowing upSlow motion walk-away, I’m blowing upYeah I’m blowing upV2Got that Swisher Sweet, pack sour; Sam Jackson, my pack louderRiding around in that matte black on 24’s like Jack BauerRubber band on my left wrist, pulling up on my ex-*****I broke up with that old girl but I’m still using her Netflix***** all my exes, I could still ***** all my exes, they tryna get drunk in my sectionI know you mad cuz you standing in line and I just go in, I don’t know where to exitShe give me neck for the necklace, she reckless; give her that dick like 50 ShadesI want all these whips and chains, damn I feel like Christian GrayHow many times did I tell you be quiet? (yeah)Calling my phone and I’m hitting decline (yeah)I got the minutes and data but I don’t got time (yeah)I’m tryna talk to the money; my inbox is full and you blocking my line (nah)I’m changing my number, I gotta get back to the businessI’ma be running shit, you on that other shit; hop on a track and get back to the fitnessYou keep on talking about shit you don’t got like the money and cars and the clothes and the *****esI’m like when Jordan came back with the Bulls, you’re like when Jordan came back with the WizardsHOOK
