Verse 1:

9-1-1! There’s a murder in this bitch

That got you deaf flow- shit that you ain’t heard of in this bitch

You gon’ get murked up in this bitch, man I got work up in this bitch

That pretty boy baby face: it’s got a smirk up in this bitch

That’s ‘cause I know that you can’t touch this, body guards and shit aside

And I ain’t talkin’ gang bangin’, just got skin like dragon’s hide

The College Dragon still within me, got me spitting dragon fire

Yall ain’t my sons but you call me father like a motherfuckin’ friar

Now let us move on to the next. I got guap like the Vatican

Man I ain’t talkin’ bank accounts, I mean there’s banks up in my crib

Of course there’s stacks up in my crib, pockets like Macks up on these hips

I swear I’ll fuck the world and leave her cumin’ back for all this dick

But I ain’t callin’ after fuckin’ there’s no message at the beep, brah

Or at the tone, or on the phone, cause I don’t give a fuck, you see brah

Now I’m in the club with your bitch, just wanna kick it like Bruce Lee, brah

If you try and fuck with me, I’ll leave you like a black and blue zebra

And even though its funny, we mean mugging so we don’t smile

You in our section acting shady, there’s 8 of us and you got no miles

I heard your life’s a movie on the big screen but it’s got no time

Call anybody but me the best, and your phone just won’t dial

Hook

‘Cause it’s Android Nugam, no IOS

The money call and say, “come get me” and I might go fetch

My wallets fat, yours skinny, on some lipo tip

These niggas tried to call me crap but there’s no dial tone. Shiat!

Verse 2

Land up on the track and I just proceed to kill it

Bitches see the money in wallet and start to stutter like their vocal chords on Skrillex

They start crying and they start cheering, like Beliebers in the building

Snap chat that cash in a couple seconds I make millions

Wooo

Ain’t nobody understand what I’m saying, like, “huh?”

Turn my swag on and reveal it like dan da da daaa!

Keep in moving like a bowling ball, pin ‘em to the ground

Hit ‘em with the Keri Hilson flow, man I’m knockin’ niggas down

Spitting a flood of lyrics – what a flow – and nobody can stop that

Rolling round Stoon in the winter with my top back

Tongue is on fire coz my mouth that’s a hot hatch

Spitting fire on these niggas like they told me that I’m not bad

Justin understand that, just in time to see me get stacks

And fresh chicks and sick whips, I’m 1 blue and you pretty much a set back

That means that you green nigga, all you do is envy nigga

Android I’m a beast nigga, so when you see a nigga, better greet a nigga

Verse 3

Return to the basics, origins of the word dial

Alexander Graham Bell, look what he did to the world now

Kill the messenger to send a message, who needs a bird now

Fucked the world, no relationship, look how it turned out

And the condom popped, so you all my sons

Shows how big I am and how hard I’ve come

It’s odd, I’m the one the Future’s running from

Nahhh..That’s just a bad, intended pun

Ain’t no beef, I’m a vegan rapper

But that won’t stop me from eating rappers

No homo – I ain’t 1 of those G rappers

Imma be a goat nigga like B Rabbit

On my Old Ronald McDonald tip

I kill your swag like a hollow tip

Through your fuckin pride as you swallow it

Since it’s going down, you may as well swallow it

And I’ll bury you in 1 of 100 coffins

All black with Kill Bill written on ‘em

But I ain’t killing Bill. I’m killing you

And these hoes and stacks, I’m killin’ ‘em too

No TV my life’s a highlight

I’m the S4 to your i5

Cartoon swag this the night life

Zeitgeist