[Chorus]

I don't wanna hook up don't text

Don't FaceTime me

I don't wanna hook up don't text

Don't FaceTime me

I don't wanna hook up don't text

Don't FaceTime me

[Verse 1]

I keep that lean I even put it in my name

He want a freaky nasty bitch

He want a bitch that can't be tamed

In this game I got good aim

I'm like Wilt Chamberlain

My shit is bussin like a semi

So he let me rock his chain

If I rock it it's a classic

All you bitches look so tragic

All you bitches on hypnotic

If you can't see that I'm poppin

Ain't no stopping when I'm whippin

Keep the dishes in the kitchen

He a lame that's why he trickin'

Cut her off so now she trippin'

[Chorus]

I don't wanna hook up don't text

Don't FaceTime me

I don't wanna hook up don't text

Don't FaceTime me

I don't wanna hook up don't text

Don't FaceTime me

[Verse 2]

I ain't ya honey I don't dance

But I think it's kinda funny

How they think they got a chance

I don't really watch the pollys

I been running up these bands

If you think he fucking with you

He's really not ya mans sis

Bitch I'm the one

That's why E.prod fucking with me

Proddy World a global movement

I don't care who run the city

I been getting busy lately

Getting paid on a daily

I been getting bitches mad

I can see they feel it deeply