[Intro]
Wednesday, 10:10 AM
Hello, is this Lil House Phone's residence? I'm calling based on your song ah, you know, the house, call me on my house phone song. So um, I'm here about a business inquiry
You only got twenty dollars, fuck that shit man
FadedBlackid
Yeah, whoa, whoa, bo, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
These drugs, whoa, drugs, turn up
Whoa, uh, whoa, yeah yeah yeah, okay

[Verse]
Ever since a n***a grabbed up the mic stand
They say I changed and they say that they don't like it
They say I'm out here making music for the white kids
The snort a line of coke and pour a fuckin' pint kid, ayy
If I said some shit you don't like, pull up and come fight me
N***as swear y'all got some straps like some fuckin' dykies
All my dogs off the leash, bro you know they bitin'
Remember back when I was little, man these hoes didn't like me
All my homies they was fuckin', I was third wheelin'
Call me Malcolm in the Middle, bitch I got no feelings
Remember when I played my songs and these n***as skippin'
Now she wanna taste my rainbow, bitch like I'm a Skittle, yeah
And I got so many bitches, I can't keep up with 'em, uh
And she tell me all her problems but I never listen, uh
Got no time for these n***as or these thotty bitches
I'm tryna get a million bitches off a jigga Twitter

[Chorus]
I'm tryna focus on me, I cannot get lost in you
You thinkin' you makin' you moves, my n***a you don't have a clue
I pull up and skrrt in the coupe, you know that I get no roof
Your bitch and she givin' me roof, that bitchy she suckin' it loose, loose, ooh
Uh, yeah, uh you know that she suckin' it loose
You n***as, you know how I do
Might pull up and shoot out the room
Room, room, might pull up and shoot out the room
Might pull up and shoot out the room, yeah
Might pull up and shoot out the room

[Outro]
Yeah, pull up and shoot out the room
Y'all n***as know how I do
Your bitch, yeah she lovin' the crew
Your bitch, yeah she lovin' the crew
Might pull up and skrrt out the coupe
Might pull up and shoot out the room