Top Songs By Yung Bans
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Vas Coleman
Songwriter
Ebony Oshurinde
Songwriter
Edward Blackmon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WondaGurl
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, who can you call?
Ay, who can you call? (I don't know)
Ay, who can you call?
[Verse 2]
Fuckin' Siamese twins, yes, I like my hoes symmetrical
We can run a train, whole gang has to bless them bros
Flew a bitch from China, when she came, she had seven toes
Know I still I hit, little bitch, it's a freak show
[Verse 3]
I'm havin' too much sauce, I put that shit on my mama
In this bit' with Big Boof, Brandon, that's my blood brother
I just got the neck 'cause really I ain't wanna fuck her
Ho talkin' crazy, so my side bitch had to punch her
Make a bitch go down, then come back up just like a plunger
Wanna hot boy, Glock boy for this cold summer
Yeah, I don't fuck with twelve, so I can never be a cuffer
Need a bad bitch, take wood, jack for the lumber
You can kiss on this dick, I don't kiss on the lips
Heard your boyfriend a bitch, baby, you should call him sis
Fuck fives hoes in one day, take a shower, make 'em mix
I ain't pressed 'bout a bitch, that's why I can never trip
[Verse 4]
Ay, who can you call?
Ay, who can you call?
Ay, who can you call? (I don't know)
Ay, who can you call?
[Verse 5]
Fuckin' Siamese twins, yes, I like my hoes symmetrical
We can run a train, whole gang has to bless them bros
Flew a bitch from China when she came, she had seven time
Know I still I hit, lyin' bitch, it's a freak show
[Verse 6]
****, ain't no freak show without big 'Latto
Real freak bitch, who I'm fuckin', I don't follow
Only time I spit is on the mic, bitch, I swallow
Keep it gangsta, he gon' bust on my commando
Yeah, I got mean grip, round after round, that's a mean clip
Put 'em straight to sleep like a lean sip, ooh, yeah
Nasty, eat it while in traffic
'Latto, she a real freak, nothing like his last bitch
Rounds in the peacoat, street, but a freak ho
****, know I'm spoiled 'cause my folk was movin' kilos
Thought had a cheat code, ballin' like a free throw
Put the pole on anybody, welcome to the freak show
[Verse 7]
Ay, who can you call?
Ay, who can you call?
Ay, who can you call? (I don't know)
Ay, who can you call?
[Verse 8]
Fuckin' Siamese twins, yes, I like my hoes symmetrical
We can run a train, whole gang has to bless them bros
Flew a bitch from China when she came, she had seven toes
Know I still I hit, little bitch, it's a freak show
Written by: Alyssa Stephens, Ebony Oshurinde, Edward Blackmon, Vas Coleman