Letras
Where you at?
Cal, where you at?
Cal, where you at?
I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back
And I feel like everybody doing rap or they DJ now
Yeah I get it, yeah I've seen 8 Mile
As a kid, everybody got goals, got dreams
Not me, not teenage Cal
I was living in Columbus, doing numbers off the freeway south
I threw a pound around the city like I'm CJ Stroud, yeah
Push a button on the V8 now
My ears pop when I'm coming from the PH down, yeah
Let's make history
Let's make a baby, girl
Let's get frisky
I get behind the bitch, she like 6 feet
I hit it with a leg up like Dirk Nowitzki
Light-hearted, partaking in dark humor
Part Luda, Part Lennon, Part Buddha
Pardon me, can you pass the charcuterie board?
I've been stacking my brie and sharp gouda
Where you at?
Cal, where you at?
Where you at?
Cal, where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Cal, where you at?
I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back
Never been a Cool Kid, but I know Chuck English
Told y'all I'm a motherfucking genius
Y'all need those, like Jesus
Y'all singles go ringless
Lot of followers don't mean shit
Skinny model built like Porzingis
You ain't scoring on me, bitch
Better get your ass back on defense
There's a lot of rules you don't follow
Drinking liquor when you didn't buy the bottle
Post a pic with some money that you borrowed
You've been tricking like an Instagram model
You not slick, cut it with the shit-talk
You see other people winning and you pissed off
Hear you yelling "gang gang" nah bitch stop
You learned how to Crip Walk from a TikTok
And that chain don't bang, you got ripped off
Think I saw the same shit inside a gift shop