[Chorus: Rodney Chrome]

Get you up In private

Touching on my private’s

Screening like a siren

Grab the pillow and just bite it

[Verse 1: Rodney Chrome]

Oh fuck

Atlas be the God

Read your mind on how to get you hard

Nick name was always little rod

But my niggas never had no little rods

He can get it in the car driving over bridges

Drop the top while I drop them britches

This for all my nasty freaky bitches

Gone ahead and show him you really with it

[Cell Phone skit]

Ooo bitch I hope he answer the phone

Cause I really wanna go off on his ass

Hello?

Nigga this the last time I’mma let you bust that quick

Step your dick up

Matter of fact no, step your whole stroke up

Imma need you to act like you doing the electric slide

When you up in my shit

If I’m not howling to the moon like I’m in the fucking Twilight Zone

Then nigga take your ass home

Got me fucked up

No matter of fact you got me fucked down

Stroke so bad I had to take care of my own damn self

Shit but anyway what you doing tomorrow

Im trynna see you

Call me

The fuck was that?