Yeah Imma call you back, I just got to the crib
You know, shit's crazy
Let me call you back, let me call you back
I'm high as fuck right now and shit
Home sweet home!
Hello?
Is there anyone here?
Hello?
(Phone rings)
Hello?
Hello?
The fuck?
Playing from television
I'm not a freak, I'm not
All this stuff applies to a boyfriend
If I got one, I like it down my throat
I can't help it, I like to suck his dick
I like licking it, holding it, grabbing it
Looking at it, kissing it, touching it
I like it in me, around me, on me
I like my legs back, I like him on top
I like it from the back, I like getting on top
I like sitting on his face, I like him sitting on my face
Not the booty, I don't really do the booty
I'm terrified of anal sex, why?
I know you gotta relax but I am terrified of anal sex
Because I'm scared that later on when me and the guy break up
He'll be like "I fucked you in the ass"
What do you say to that?
This is a-
(Part 1)
(Hook)
Like it's 199-
Yeah like it's
Yeah
Rico make this shit sound like it’s 1998 uh, wait uh
Kevin make the beat levitate uh
Still making it flip like we going out to skate uh
Me and the blue hundreds going on a date
No cap when I rap did this all in one take uh
Niggas gon have feel me even if I’m off kilter
I dismiss a bad bitch and don’t kiss her
Lip sync on my dick with no lyrics
Before she leave the crib man you know I gotta frisk her
Chopping up samples like we chopping up bricks uh
Like we chopping up bricks uh
(Verse)
Lost a couple brothers to the motherfucking system
Some of them won’t even make it out before Christmas
Listerine green how a nigga getting big bucks
Engineering now I’m riding in a big truck
Never give a fuck even when I’m fucking on a big butt
Suicidal doors on the whip get your wrist cut
Never waste time with these bitches
I just wanna grind and get acquainted to these riches
In a threesome give a fuck if they was real sisters
Getting this dirty money but my business is legitimate
(Hook)
Like it's 199-
Yeah like it's
Yeah
Rico make this shit sound like it’s 1998 uh, wait uh
Kevin make the beat levitate uh
Still making it flip like we going out to skate uh
Me and the blue hundreds going on a date
No cap when I rap did this all in one take uh
Niggas gon have feel me even if I’m off kilter
I dismiss a bad bitch and don’t kiss her
Lip sync on my dick with no lyrics
Before she leave the crib man you know I gotta frisk her
Chopping up samples like we chopping up bricks uh
Like we chopping up bricks uh
Like we chopping up bricks uh
(Part 2)
It’s the return of the motherfucking God
The return of the plague for the frauds
The apocalypse avant garde, me and gang way too hard
Way too hard
These motherfuckers too soft and they all fell off
Like a condom in a motel room, Imma pop on these niggas, it’s a baby coming soon
Dollarsorryens on the cross, it’s the second coming of the Holocaust
This beef can’t be stroganoff, Imma skeet on the beat too raw
My kicks on fire like Marshall Law, smoking on Keisha it’s way too strong
Rise of the Phoenix, from the ashes slaying them demons
I was gone for no motherfucking reason
I remember my pockets was zero, damn near went Gilbert Arenas with the Dolce & Gabana sneakers
That nigga wanna Ron Artest me, he ain’t know I came with a World Peace
I pray the lord frees every single one of you from the burdened souls you carry, the cross is heavy and the blood will spill all in the name of the Almighty, the prophecy of tomorrow will live today so we can travel across seas and skies far away, as we pray, hallelujah!
Who that knocking on my window?
Roll up the gram let the wind blow
Had to do ‘em Justice Winslow
In a ‘64 with a schizo
I know you wanna go shake it, I just want you to shake that thang
Oh no don’t you brake it, bail bonds for the fu-
Bail bonds for the fucking gram
James Bond I’m the double O
7 hoes if you ain’t know, I got 7 hoes if you ain’t -
Nigga this ain’t no joke
Bad bitch wear a choker and she loves to get choked when we fuck all night
It’s on sight, I’m a vampire in the night
Might be paranoid when I’m on that doja I just might (Shakalakalaka)
Blacker the berry nigga I’m offing shit
Finna put your nigga in a coffin, shit
Like a blind man, imma walk around with a stick
I know the Devil ain’t Prada me, I’m not his prodigy, I speak in prophecy uh
Sticking to the script like bubblegum uh
Nigga gon run like Forest
Got a white bitch like Doris Burke
She just wants ballers, I told her “don’t call us”
I ride in a foreign they thought I did ForEx
I don’t do the pictures, I don’t do the mourning
I fuck on that bitch, kick her out in the morning, she lucky enough Imma buy some McDonald’s
I kill a nigga in the middle of corridor
Did it broad day, won’t you call up the coroner?