Call You Back Futuristic

[Intro]
(Oo-oh, oo-oh)
(Oo-oh, oo-oh)
(Oo-oh, wah-oo)
(Oo-oh, oo-oh, AYE AYE AYE)

[Verse 1]
Yo, always mad 'cause I'm stylin' on 'em
Painted green like scallions on 'em
Young boy the Jimmy Fallon on 'em
Got sauce I'll prolly put a Callon on 'em
Can't skate with the balance on
The boy Sharp like talents with talent homie
More afraid than Italians italics on me
I lean off the shot Ray Allen on 'em (uh)
Yo, who dat be, in my zone all the time like two dats three
To cure me? You want me to get a new vaccine
Now wash your mouth with the flow 'cause I do that clean
My own line in the stores, cool ass tee
Come shut the spot down for a cool last beat
I'm thinkin' of giving them a hit in a minute they need a cool ass beat (oo)
This might be it let's record that heat, you know?

[Verse 2]
All I really need is a little 808 you can feel it in your jaw
Made a little beat from a little bit of shit up in the crib
And my nigga play a little of that guitar
Yeah I wanna sneeze
A little bit of song, been up in the game way before you was involved
Had to get it on my own
I was sleeping on the floor
With a little bit of paper I was writin' all my songs, oh