Voicemail

Ay, fuck on your bitch, kick her out on her ass

Sneaky ass female, that bitch like a bullet

You pull up, I'm leavin' your ass

Thirty-round clip, we ain't beatin' your ass

Bust on her lip, now, bitch, go 'bout your business

Every minute, I run up that spinach

I'm up in the A, I just left outta Lenox

Fly to L.A., put my dick in some bitches

Jog to the bank every day, hella fitness

Ask the tellers, them bitches is witness

Might fuck a bitch, but don't tell her my business

She set me up, wet that bitch like some fishes

650, just me and Beretta

You tweak and them hollows'll leak out your bladder

Hop in that coupe, and I'm smokin' your Jetta

Hit her two times, drop her off where I met her

I'm ballin' so stupid

Took hella racks out the bank, and I blew it

Took that new coupe off the lot, then I flew it

Emptied the clip out the Uzi, then threw it, ay

Got that drank in my fluid

Run in your trap and make hella confusion

Hundred round clip, we just come in and shoot it

Hop in that straight, and you know that I flew it, ay

M-my pockets, they look like Rick Ross's

You run up, I'm bringin' your life to a halt

That bitch give me too many calls

That bitch irritatin', I cut that bitch off

Shut that bitch off, left that bitch lost

Hop in that Rari and stomp that bitch off

Bitch wanna whine, but I don't got the time

Fuck her two times, then I cut that bitch off

I just spent a bag on my diamonds

Hoes do whatever I say, like I'm Simon

I pour me a four, then I'm flyin'

Run it up, no Tony Hawk, I be grindin'

My bitch like she came from the islands

She keep me straight 'cause a **** be wilin'

**** so tough, they be havin' me dyin'

Marco, he all in the cut like he spyin'

Bullets be flyin', bodies be flyin'

Uppin' red diamond, them hunnids be flyin'

Bitches be goin' and bitches be lyin'

**** be cuffin' 'em, I don't be tryin'

I just be fuckin' 'em, then I be duckin' 'em

Me, trust a bitch? ****, you lyin'

Honcho gang, bitch, I be runnin' through racks

Fuckin' it up, get it back every time

N-**** run in here, it ain't one of those

MAC 10's, FN's, it ain't one of those

**** want war, let a **** know

Heat seekers goin' right through a **** fro

I'm rollin' up 'Woods, all a **** know

Bring a Swisher, then I point you ass to the door

LV, my bitch straight from the store

LV on my belt, got a couple of those

Set a **** up wit' a couple hoes

Then I wet a **** up like a water hose

Gotta get a check, then it's adios

Bitch, I got more dough than Dominos

Steady pourin' fours, finna overdose

Steady fuckin' your ho, finna let her go

Fifty-round clip, we a let it go

Then smoke dope like we ain't never know

(Bitch)