[Intro]
(Dial Tone)
[Voicemail]
Hello. No one is available to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone
(Beep)
[Angry Side chick]
N***a what the fuck? Pick up the phone
I been call you all day
Why don't you answer the damn phone?
(Beep)
Why the fuck aren't you answering the phone?
You know what fuck it
I don't want t—
(Beep)
You know what? Fuck that!
Don't call me back cause I'm blocking yo ass
You a bitch
Ya mama a bitch
Lose My number n***a
Lose It

[Verse 1: Nothing]

My name's disaster
The booty gang master
Said she like it kinky, so i smacked her with tassle
Said she want the D, that ain't no hassle
She said she wants a smart guy, im workin on a master's
Potential so large, it got quarantined at Nasa
Planetary travel, tell the squad i'm bouta blast off
Captain underpants, i wear your robe up on a sunday
Goku on the screen, your girl has made this shit a fun day

Send the n***s to my phone
Let me try to guess right cup
Swear your curves too nice uhh
Booty troop, that's the mantra

Obito with the switch
Jutsu- no chakra
Let me try to not mess up
Body count can't catch up

All these thotties in my phone book
All these thotties want my notebook
Don't be stingy on the didgets
Bitches thicker than a matchbook

Call a n***a ass ketchum
Bitches lookin at my pokeballs
Look ya pussy done feinned
Got these bitches bouta fall

[Chorus: Jays-OK]
Whipping in the kitchen. Let the wrist cook
Leave the shotty on the table. Got the feds shook
Got too many thotties locked up in my phonebook
Got too many thotties locked up in my phonebook

Whipping in the kitchen. Let the wrist cook
Leave the Shotty on the table. Got the feds shook
Got too many thotties locked up in my phonebook
Got too many thotties locked up in my phonebook

[Verse 2: Jays-OK]

Classic that’s what you couldn’t be
Tragic that’s what your music be

Running over backwards with a bitch that’s doing cartwheels
Thinking if she don’t fuck she gone fuck up all her art deals

Pull up on your girl I ain’t fuckin with what her man thanks
Take her to the crib and lay her out just like a landscape

Stacks out the ass you’da thought I was a piggy breaded
Squad breaded we be whipping up the pancakes

Fucking with your bitch I got her wetter than the fiji water
Trapping on a Sunday yeah my homies call me Jesus Carter’s
She a side chick but she want a Be season starter
N***a popped the trunk the Draco cut you like seasoned barber
Clique darker than when Edgar Allen Poe died
Where ya baby mama gone and ask her if her throat tired
Swimmin’ through the booty like tiger shark in low-tide
The way she lick the pickle you’d a thought her tongue was bow-tied

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Man Shut Up