I'm sorry I'm calling at such an hour, but I thought you might be worried about the security of your shit

Five shots to the head, I'll make you do the stinking leg

And if you talkin' shit, I'll line up, stab you with a bloody blade

I see you got a Jesus piece, but boy, I never see you pray

These bitches on my dick, it's just a woman openin' up the legs

Basic, you fuckin' basic, you on my dick, you wanna taste it, you wanna taste it

I'm losin' all my fuckin' patience, my fuckin' patience

You pussies never gonna say shit, you never say shit, you never say shit

Right, right, right, the fucker musta know I keep that tulibe in my mouth

Like, motherfucker, fuck your bitch, I take that bitch up in the streets

Like, what the fuck you gon' say when I'm dashin' on your grave

Right, right, right, the fucker, I'll laugh when I'm booin' your dick

Fuck that bitch, I take that bitch, I leave him in the basement

Fifty-one, fifty, body catchin' up the pain

Nine-millimeter Beretta, I'll make you fuckin' taste

I don't think you're gonna make it

I'll put a tip spray, make you mad, throw a fit

Put a drip stick, make it hard, Sony's bitch

I can shout his name out loud, I ain't so much

Rackin' his brain, so that fucker get a grip

Doin' nice actions, I don't want nothin' on him

You talk too crazy, if I'm active, I might run it off

This, this, this, this ain't nothin, motherfucker, you ain't better stuff

And when you're ready in my life, say you can hold it up, do somethin, bruh

Five shots to the head, I'll make you do the sticky leg

And if you talkin' shit, I'll line up, stab you with a bloody blade

I think you got it, Jesus, please, my boy, I never see you pray

These bitches on my dick, it's just a woman, open up the legs

Basic, you fuckin' basic, you on my dick, you wanna taste it

You wanna taste it, I'm losin' all my fuckin' patience

My fuckin' patience, you pussies never gonna say shit

You never say shit, you never say shit