3 Cellphone don’t call me
Heard my line been getting lonely, aye
Yea a lil nigga been hongry
Wiping my face (Cause sprinkler is set to strongie)
Whiting out hate (Cause Tinker Bell is sitting on me)
How can I spray (Significance to make you want me)
What could I say (The way you laying it all on cologney yah)
3 Cellphone, hey
One for the meat, for the moan
Soulja Boy Kiss Me thru the Phone, hey
Banging on my ringtone
When a nigga wake up (Hit em make em mako)
Then a nigga wake up (Spit a take of dat dope)
Yes Count Draco
Son Big Draco
Might count might fold
My cheese my dough
I get that guap!
But they hate me
Tryna copy my style for the mainstream
Cause a nigga buss down in the AP
Hoodie SZN might drown in the HD
And it’s Bapey
But they hate me
Tryna copy my style for the mainstream
Cause a nigga buss down in the AP
Big bands on me that’s Chase please
But don’t chase me
Ding ding ding I’m winner, aye
Pussy mhmm my dinner
I wipe clit and then I shplit her, aye
Make a "mhmm" consider, aye
Make a thigh twitch chop scissor, aye
Your girlfriend texting me
Boyfriend texting me
Gordon Ramsay hitting all my people for the recipe
From West Indies
And wait 'til nigga yatted from tha chest to knees
But Mama knew the kicker on the Eagles
Cause his daddy led the service and his sister raised the peter on God
Fuck her in Arsenio tunnel vision bleach ya skin up
You can be tha Lisa Turtle to my Sammy Sosa
Feeling kinda evil when I eat it, cole shlaw
Seed I gotta spread it to the people, Oprah
My Baby Momma teeming with the demons I can see em in her shpleenin'
When she bend it over touch her toenail
On Jah!
But they hate me
Tryna copy my style for the mainstream
Cuz a nigga buss down in the AP
Hoodie SZN might drown in the HD
And it’s Bapey
But they hate me
Tryna copy my style for the mainstream
Cuz a nigga buss down in the AP
Big bands on me that’s Chase please
But don’t chase me
Ion even know what say to you
I just wan stack up my M's yea my paper (Aw yah)
Bitch I’m McQueen
Steady reversing you hoes is like Mater (Aw yah)
Waiter, nah
Ever since J Cole said don’t save these hoes I don’t offer no favors (Nah)
I just walk with a purpose
Money in my jeans
Honeys in my DM's
Keep my knees up yea I play for the Pacers, uh
Bussing out laser it faze her like Danger
Duck
Worth 'bout as much as the C.R.E.A.M that these boys chasing after
I get it
I tuck in his tummy like crater
Instagram thot make her pose for the camera
I’m sponsored I made her
Ask if I’m posted, I save it for later
Hoe
Dumb gator
Hoe
But they hate me
Tryna copy my
Wait I’m not done
Simmon it’s serious Angela Run
DMC turn the middle name Pan to the man
With my hand to the Son
Yea I Fathered these niggas
I smashed on their mom's
Put her mouth to my penis
I shot like All Star
Make her fret like guitar
Till my sound hit arena
She sending a card
With your name on the bottom
(Sorry I'm not responding)
3 Cellphone don’t call me
Heard my line been getting lonely, aye
(I'm not fucking responding, bro)
Yea a lil nigga been hongry
Wiping my face (Cause sprinkler set is strongie)
Whiting out hate (Cause Tinker Bell is sitting on me)
How can I spray (Significance to make you want me)
What can I say (The way you laying it all on cologney yah)
3 Cellphone, hey
One for the meat for the moan
Soulja Boy Kiss Me thru the Phone, hey
Banging on my ringtone
When a nigga wake up (Hit 'em make 'em mako)
Then a nigga wake up (Spit a take of dat dope)
Yes Count Draco
Son Big Draco
Might count might fold
My cheese my dough
I get that guap
3 Cellphone, hey
One for the meat for the moan
Soulja Boy Kiss Me thru the Phone, hey (Soulja boy)
Banging on my ringtone (Soulja boy)
When a nigga wake up (Hit 'em make 'em mako)
Then a nigga wake up (Spit a take of dat dope)
Yes Count Draco
Son Big Draco
Might count might fold
My cheese my dough
I get that...
