And I say ring, ring, telephone

Whole lot of gang shit, man, you know what the fuck goin' on (Yeah, ring, ring, telephone)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, ring, ring, telephone

Say, "No, thank you, come again" (Oh, yeah)

I see spirits in my home

All my demons, let 'em in (Uh)

He a kid, but got a chrome

Twelve years old, we let him spin (Yeah)

Baby bad to the bone

She a old-fashion ten

Love when she sing my song (I love you)

How I slip up, fuck a fan? (How the fuck?)

She a freak, I'm not her man

See them crackers, Peter Pan (Poof)

Tell them catch me if they can

I'm the one gon' make it out, yeah (I am)

Golden hit, just send them bands (Ching)

Got a bitch from out the country

She gon' suck it when I land (Yeah)

Eat it when I touch down (Yeah)

Fuck me when I step foot (Yeah, yeah)

Gamble with your life playin' with the slime, watch how it get took (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got memories off memories, we can make a damn book (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

How you get up close, you ain't hit your man? ****, you a damn rook

You should get your gun— uh (Give me that)

You should get your gun revoked

Everybody wanna be sliders 'til the bear get poked

Was shakin' ass and be in beef, that's how his mans got smoked (Haha)

If a snitch onboard my ship, I'll crash the whole damn boat

Think he slick in that Toyota, make him crash the whole car

I don't even gotta do too much, they know lil' Jam a real star

Been geeked up off these Percocets, hell nah, lil' Jam do no bars

Yeah, they say, "Stop the drugs," I feel my life won't get no better

Been walkin' in the rain so long, somebody change the weather

Must admit that I was fuckin' up, but your shit wetter

DND my cellphone, you need me, leave a letter

And I say ring, ring, telephone

Say, "No, thank you, come again" (Oh, yeah)

I see spirits in my home

All my demons, let 'em in (Uh)

He a kid, but got a chrome

Twelve years old, we let him spin (Yeah)

Baby bad to the bone

She a old-fashion ten (Yeah, yeah)

Love when she sing my song (I love you)

How I slip up, fuck a fan? (How the fuck?)

She a freak, I'm not her man (No)

See them crackers, Peter Pan

Tell them catch me if they can

I'm the one gon' make it out, yeah

Golden hit, just send them bands

Got a bitch from out the country

She gon' suck it when I land

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Whole lot of gang shit, man, you know what the fuck goin' on