Nard & B - FaceTime lyrics

Yuh! Up in this b**h man Ya dig?! Hook: Yuh! It's OG from the KY Gotcha b**h callin' me up on FaceTime, man I guess it's cause I stay fly Someone please come get her, cause this ain't no dateline Always headed up, yuh, man I aim high If you hatin' on me, then b**h you must hate grind Prolly cause she don't play ya sh**, but she always play mine Now she callin' on FaceTime Now she callin' on FaceTime Now she callin' on FaceTime Now she callin' on FaceTime! Verse 1: Jimmy my feet, look like a spaceman Been ballin' like Jordan, I ain't talkin' Space Jam Never stop makin' flame, no caveman We don't f** with these hoes, hell no, don't date them Ain't nun to cut the b**h off like K Camp Got homies still trappin out the f**in' vacant Haters throwin' hate, it don't make sense Why you throwin' shade like some muthaf**in' Ray-Bans?! Pink Dolphin man it splash Diamonds drippin', yeah they flash Speakin' nun but the facts Add it up, do the math Gettin' paid to do these verses When I come around, you a different person Like a boy is it really worth it? When I'm in the cut like a surgeon Yeah, the haters stay hurtin' So every day I keep learnin' Really been, in my head like "this is my purpose" Really been workin Ain't have a clue back when I was servin' But now that I'm certain! Hook: Yuh! It's OG from the KY Gotcha b**h callin' me up on FaceTime, man I guess it's cause I stay fly Someone please come get her, cause this ain't no dateline Always headed up, yuh, man I aim high If you hatin' on me, then b**h you must hate grind Prolly cause she don't play ya sh**, but she always play mine Now she callin' on FaceTime Now she callin' on FaceTime Now she callin' on FaceTime Now she callin' on FaceTime! Verse 2: From the trap to the rap I was trappin' the gas Got homies packin' the gats Just one call away, & they clappin' ya a** I got the sickest wrist But look at the bigger pic So please, don't kid the kid You know that OG sure ain't nun to fiddle with Made a pack disappear, Alakazam Straight up, juggin', outta the bands Way back when they doubted the man But now I just turn up, & shout out the fans Ice on my neck, that sh** givin' me goosebumps Getcha bands up, they can never be too long That sh** won't fold like a futon Hatin' on me, cause you know that I'm "too on"? I ain't one to lie to Boy you trippin' like you don't even tie shoes Been watchin' close up how I move Gotcha girl on my phone, tryna slide through Hook: Yuh! It's OG from the KY Gotcha b**h callin' me up on FaceTime, man I guess it's cause I stay fly Someone please come get her, cause this ain't no dateline Always headed up, yuh, man I aim high If you hatin' on me, then b**h you must hate grind Prolly cause she don't play ya sh**, but she always play mine Now she callin' on FaceTime Now she callin' on FaceTime Now she callin' on FaceTime Now she callin' on FaceTime!