Oh boy, I'ma have to call them boys on ya Oh damn, oh damn, I'ma have to call that man on ya Something, something, something must be really wrong with you Why can't you just tell the fucking truth now? Yes, your mama did, she raised a fool, wow What the fuck did you learn in that schoolhouse? To chasing thrills, chasing thrills Taking pills in the hills, lost the hills Overhills might get you killed Now I won't come around and pass no more Do not run your mouth no more I can't protect you no more It's out of my hands for sure You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Oh You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Oh Okay, now you wanna say all that I done to you You knew all along that I wasn't the one for you So let's stop pretending like we were in love We never shared anything but the drugs We were both numb, never had anything real between us We really must Smoking that crazy shit In my city talking crazy shit But you ain't know I'm a crazy bitch Can tell your lawyer that I ain't paying shit Maybe you should chill Really in your feels My bros is really in the feel Neighborhood is really real And they don't play that here You shouldn't say that here Should've made it clear my dear You should've called me You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Oh You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Oh Nigga don't play Nigga, nigga, nigga don't play Nigga go crazy for tonight Ride dirty with a dirty for tonight Pull up on your ass like hey Fuck life, catch a cat Sue who this, sue who that Nigga, nigga, this blood game And when you call her Don't call her no bitch, that's out You calling lawyers, that's this shit Mm-mm, that's out I'm an L.A. nigga, we do Everything for the clout So we ain't got no problem Pulling up sucking your ass out Six-four bounce, the flag hang out Drink a whole fifth, smoke a whole ounce Looking like Stacy Upthewood when it's a drought Nigga YG gon' slide, no doubt I ain't in the middle, no dick and pussy But she calling me cause you calling her I got shit to do and you working her nerves You trying to get her back cause you fucking her It's over, Brody Sometimes you gotta let shit go You on the west side, that's how it go And you know she raising her daughter So she gotta get smarter That's when relationships get harder, nigga You should've called me You should've called me