✨🐙 Lyrics by CalamariDreams 🐙✨ ⸻ “Ayy! CD back wit that weird shit again!” “Here she go!” Everybody need a Pocket Callie Keep me on you when shit get rowdy Tick-tock, baby, better watch your timing Wind me up wrong, now look what you started Everybody need a Pocket Callie Small enough to fit, too much personality Tick-tock, baby, better watch how you wind me Sorry not sorry, you knew where to find me Four-eight, yeah, bitch, I come travel-sized Been this way since middle school times Boy three times my size got slick one time Called me a chink, I said fuck it, let’s fight Did I win? Shit, probably not the concern You gon’ learn either way when it’s your turn I don’t need odds sittin’ pretty in my favor Disrespect me blatant, I return that behavior See, they get brave ’cause I’m closer to the floor Like these four-eight hands won’t walk into a war Big-ass dude think I’m easy, that’s precious I’m a Chihuahua, bitch, ankles for breakfast Could get my ass beat, still pull up like what? Common sense left when you fucked with the runt CD bite back, that’s the part they forget Win, lose, or draw, you gon’ show me respect Everybody need a Pocket Callie Keep me on you when shit get rowdy Tick-tock, baby, better watch your timing Wind me up wrong, now look what you started Everybody need a Pocket Callie Small enough to fit, too much personality Tick-tock, baby, better watch how you wind me Sorry not sorry, you knew where to find me Now I’m grown, still ain’t learned my lesson Common sense still ain’t made an impression Somebody act up, I require an introduction Point me right at it, I just need the location What you gon’ do? Throw me into the ceiling? I might come back still cussin’ and swingin’ That’s my problem, self-preservation be laggin’ Brain say chill, but my hands already clocked in I know my reach got unfortunate limits Gotta get creative when God shortened my inches You got long arms? Cool, bitch, congratulations I got low-center-gravity determination Don’t mistake small for somebody you can punk I can lose that fight but still manage to fuck you up Callie been Callie, ain’t changing for shit Don’t care if I win or lose, you gon’ remember me, bitch Everybody need a Pocket Callie Keep me on you when shit get rowdy Tick-tock, baby, better watch your timing Wind me up wrong, now look what you started Everybody need a Pocket Callie Small enough to fit, too much personality Tick-tock, baby, better watch how you wind me Sorry not sorry, you knew where to find me
