Called it off, oh, I called it off for you
You always goin' on and on
Askin' why, oh, why I'm not with you
I don't go out much
But you should come through tonight
(Yeah)
I'm chilling on the Westside, boo
(Westside)
Call my homegirl, tell your best friend
(Best, oh)
You can slide through on the low, a remote location
I don't want them see me gettin' faded
You should come through tonight
I only kick it with a tight crew
(Yeah)
They won't tell, 'cause they tryna live they best life too
(They won't)
On the low, on my own, I be wavy
Hit me on my phone, I'll be waitin', yeah-yeah
(Yeah)
Waitin', oh
Hit me on my phone, I'll be waitin', waitin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Hit me on my phone, hit me on my phone, yeah
Ooh, I'll be waitin', yeah
Hitting me, alone, ah-yeah-yeah
Give me a call, ooh-yeah-yeah
Give me a call, yeah.***