Harry Fraud - Call The Shots (Shot Caller Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Call the shots Poetic Thoughts Come on [Verse] Calling all cars man 'Kova bout to go hard/ Tell em code red cause this beat bout to be dead/ I'd eat this for breakfast start the day so reckless/ Ain't no need for help suicide I'll k** it myself/ Ain't got money I invested in wealth/ Got em lookin' for me now on the Best Buy shelf/ You higher than a elf, I'm flying over for real/ You just a fairytale I'm on a ferry to chill/ They scared of me, cause I come prepared like steel/ And spit out more gold than you can find in a hill/ I'm way too polished, to sift now/ That means you fake artist getting all kicked out/ Ay, ya girl gotta problem gotta big mouth/ Let me put this in it and see if you fit now/ s**a' emcees can just doubt/ Yeah I'm big, but I'm bigger than his sound/ Girls having pity to get down/ Or they just stiff listenin' to the best out/ Me I don't brag, I spit South/ That lyrical crunk man yall gon be pissed now/ Get em a rag let em feel like he "Bout It, Bout It"/ Because between me and you I been around it/ Stayed out the streets no telling when it will stop/ It'll make you a monster before you ever do see the top/ Keep a watch for fake friends, but rollies for the homie/ Yeah I crashed the Benz but she look like she should know me/ I'm an international man, but never left the land/ If you haven't heard of me then its part of the plan/ Stayin cool like a fan, they know better than Stan/ Word play like Scramble let me check my hand/ Don't need to ask so fierce, I've been this way for years/ While hatin got you stuck up like a gun to your ear/ [Hook 4x] I call the shots like a boss Be dancing like a boss Be standing like a boss And I answer like a boss [Outro] Call the shots, uh Poetic Thoughts, uh