Outcalls (Intro)

Uh, ay, promise you I can do this shit

Yeah, I'm still other side, ****

****, don't make this shit look easy

Still the same **** that beat your motherfuckin' ass, too

Don't give me another fuckin' chance with this shit, I'm tellin' you

All that dirty ass shit, I'ma start doggin' **** out

The other night I knocked a bitch thick as hell named Denise

At first she wasn't with it 'cause she heard I was a P

Shawty fine as hell but I can't put her on my team

All she wanna do is smoke and vent to me 'bout what she need

Well, let me tell you somethin', bitch, I ain't lil' Dave who sell weed

Acceptin' ass instead of cash, smokin' bitches out for free

I do not sell grams, I sell cookies by the P

Tell **** who be shippin' I got bags for twenty-three

Shout out them real ****

Who coppin' five or better when they shoppin'

The plug ain't showin' love and try to show me I'm gon' rob him

Being broke is not a option, I ain't goin' back to Top Ramen

Same name, same game, other side, we still mobbin'

I see you bitches watchin', I heard you **** plottin'

You must ain't heard I got a Golden Globe for playin' possum

I ain't in shape or got time to be wrestling or boxing

I'ma buy a **** life with this nickel in my pocket

Come on and try

Can't wear your watch in the rain, it's so fake

No diploma and your phone bill late

You the help, shoo, fly, stay the fuck out my face

I'm with the Stinc Team, bet a Franklin we gon' torch up the place

Designer jeans, triple-A white and a pistol in my drawers

Forty-two fake, ain't payin' shit, I blew him at the mall

Another side **** no fade, since '06 we had it all

I'ma handle smoke on my own, I ain't finna make no calls

I be runnin' through them grape lines outdoor, Montee Ball

Shorty said he runnin' plays but his wallet look like he jog

I feel like Boosie, cash on me, nobody gon' harm me

Ain't steppin' in this party if I can't bring my forty

Before I slid on the party, had to call Tianna

Check it out, open your bag, take this motherfuckin' osalama

My face straight just in case I gotta cook a ****, Benihana

Lookin' for problems

Swear to God he know some migo **** front a dollar

Across the country with them packs, you would not believe it

Fuck twelve, they get behind me, I'ma leave 'em bleachin'

Come and hit a **** at the wrong time for the right reason

I'm tired of teachin', tie off, I might just miss a ****

Tired of goin' back and forth, I'm freein' these bitches

A girlfriend I cannot keep, they want too much attention

Chin strap, buckle the helmet, let's finish the mission

Yeah, that's it, fuck it

DTB, DTB, thank you, period

I tried it, ****, yeah

****, don't come at me with that all gas shit

And all that freestyle dumbass shit

****, I'm gon' slide on the dice

I wanna slide on the dice, ****, period

Fuck all them motherfuckin' awards

None of that dumbass shit, ****

DTB, DTB, BLACK

Yeah, shout out Offset Jim, period

****, ay, I gotta go