[Hook: Demetrius]
I be on my phone talking shit, shit
I be on my phone talking shit and shit
I be in my whip 'bout to whip, shit
I be on my phone talking dick big shit
And I'm from the west c-c-c-coast
And I'm from the west c-c-c-coast
I'm just from the west c-c-c-coast
And I'm from the west c-c-c-coast

[Verse I: Demetrius]
Hello hello (here me now?) it's me again
Slim with the hat low, all I can see is brim
I'm like spelling Google
Cause right after I go-o you gon' see a G again
Hell he keep reappearing
Girl where you at? Where you going? Where you been?
Better come and get this dick
And run and tell your friend
We can all cum together
Okay she think I'm playing
Sent her a nasty text, now she see what I'm saying
I'm talking business, then I be talking to bitches
I don't fuck with snitches, but yo can I get a witness?
I got her number in the lobby of the hotel
And I do not mean in no jail when I say "lock me in your cell"
[Verse II: Dice]
I be on the phone talking t-t-this shit and that shit
On 3-way with this bitch and that bitch
I keep a really bad chick or a mini mac shit
Either way I keep a pretty ass ratchet
You might see me getting my [?] all gone
On the sidewalk I walk getting my side talk on
On my celly with my wifey tell her she my cell mate
Call my phone a bake sale, all I do is talk cake
C-c-c-cake my n***a
Your ringtone sound real gay my n***a
It's time for you to sit, watch the throne like Ye and Jigga
I'm on the phone talking yay and figures

[Hook: Demetrius]

[Verse III: Julius]
I sale game on my cell I got sale game
Whatever you ask for, I'm app store I sell game
I pop shit, and y'all gotta put up with it
I'm fly, if you say "chop it with me" you gotta put up with it
(chop it up) speaking of up we 'bout to turn up
Celebrating that it's our turn and your turn up
Motherfucking boss shit, on top of the totem pole
When women ask what I can give them I tell them pole
I drive women crazy, I got bad steering
Tell a bitch to holler at me I got bad hearing
You say your number 610-1269
Though she said she want sex then she want to sixty-nine
[Verse IV: Kenny]
No judge, but she text saying she want to give me time
Not talking about an investment but I want to get behind her
While Kenny grind her
They love Kenny's rhymes
And since they love Kenny's lines
They wanna hit Kenny's line
Since you chicks hella' crave for a keep
And y'all bitch dudes wanna talk shit too
Hit 326-7843 and all you gotta do is add the 562
Bitch real one, been one since a mil' one
You can keep it 100 I'll keep it a trillion
I'll be on the road talking shit
In the booth in my zone talking shit

[Hook: Demetrius]

[Verse V: KXNG CROOKED]
Y'all cut the grass low to see the snakes
I cut it low to kill 'em then I'm using they skin to put on my feet and waist
Speaking of waste, you rappers are feces I call you number 2 pencils you're always writing shit that should be erased
My bad y'all, I hate rappers
Back to the subject of bitches I'm mackin' in public
That'll have you spending half of your budget
She dragging her luggage
To come and meet a pimp slash masseuse that ass so fat you gotta smack it and rub it
After you dug it the Jimmy hat trash it it's rubbish
The rap would just love it to have your son trapped in her stomach
Buying Pampers and shit that comes with being a dad
Fuck it grab the Magnum and flush it
She ask me if I still respect her
I ask her did that birth control pill protect her
Cause that little extra thrust can equal 18 years of me talking shit on the phone to her like a Tourettes infected bill collector
[Hook: Demetrius]