Calling My Line Harlem Spartans (Ft. Ay Em, Bis (Harlem Spartans) & Zico (Harlem Spartans))

[Verse 1: Zico]
Guys dying for the clout, what a pity (What a shame)
Get chingy if a dons moving iffy (Ching)
Bad b from Brikky
But my eyes on a milly (Milly)
So I tell her that I'm busy (Busy)
3 T Milli with a 1-2 jilly (Jilly)
Gassed like fizzy get whacked then bill it (Bill it)
Soly wears some brown and prettys
But my city ain't pretty (Ain't pretty)
Tired of these kitties
But my breads looking litty (Litty)
MizMac still chingy in jail (Free the guys)
Hit cells then I ain't getting bailed (Nope)
Phone calls to my niggas in jail
No I don't do mail, Spartans don't fail
B Money over girls (Girls)
Up in your gaff like a jumble cells (Yeah)
Smoke on the road like the cookie don't smell (Smoke)
Gang at the show then you know that we show
HS to the World (To the world)

[Chorus: Ay Em]
I was tryna' move that girl right there (Right there)
Oh my god what a waste (Ah)
Tryna' finesse that pack right there (Yeah)
Oh my god what a waste (Yeah)
Did it for the mula (Mula)
Mish mash cah' its cooler, yeah yeah (Cooler)
Drillers on the corner, wait pshh (Yeah yeah)
Calling my line what a waste
I been outside till' the morning (Till' the morning)
Calling my line what a waste
I was tryna' kweng all on it
Calling my line what a waste (Yeah)
Steppin outside (ay)
Got me jugging outside (Ah)
Ring a-ling a-ling, thats the sound of my line
Pretty ting with dem brown eyes (Yeah yeah)
Brown eyes
Pretty ting with dem brown eyes (Yeah yeah)
Steppin' outside
Got me jugging outside