(Verse 1)
My phone be blowin' up I never call back, hold on what you call that
Ignorance is in me, you don't matter not at all yea
I just need the crew and my girl, goin nuts like a squirrel
Push calls, I defferal
Be blowing up they never show enough, destination top floor now we goin up
Kick some bars then we hit the party
Chicks and cars yea we livin' gnarly (Ugh)
What you want from me? Bitch you ain't the one that I want to see
But you gotta live with what you got, otherwise you'll die and rot (Huh)
No change we make bills
Hit the raps they get chills
But baby this shit is just too much for all of them, but I just go
When I rap in the disco, ask me where this go, I just tell em man this go
Shit yeah, yeah
Man we goin' up and down like a roller coaster
Pull up to the spot see my name on the poster
All I really care about is bread like a toaster
Never whip the whip I just leave it to my chauffeur
God damn when I'm lying it gets crazy, all the time
f*ck tracks up with a single f*cking rhyme
Back to back like a spine, leave a bitch now she crying
But you know she a dime
(Hook)
All The Time, bitches callin', leaving messages right on my line
Labels on the other hand don't know I'm on my grind
You cannot, pull me down no matter how you try
I do this all the time
2x
(Verse 2)
Caller ID unknown, why'd these f*ckers hit my phone
I just listen to the dial tone then hang up and drive home
Don't need motherf*ckers in my contacts
They don't see it, get some contacts
Just talking shit without context
Hater message, guess it's a con-text
Guess you can't hit me, bitch I#m only sixteen but a better rapper than bitches up in big leagues
But I'm missin', recognition, that's just how it is, blame it on the system, bitch listen
Better get out the way when I get on the stage and I got shit to say (Huh)
Keep bills in the billfold
Classic, we don't get old
But shawty this shit just don't work out how I want it to, no worries tho
Keep it going and switch the flow
Break it down and then smoke the dope
Release the shit and then watch it blow
Shit yeah, yeah
Sittin in the studio I'm makin tracks so beautiful but motherf*ckers on the internet talk about the way I rap like they know what's going on up in this motherf*cker make a motherf*cking banger wake up and then make another
Hoodie up all black 'cause I'm in this shit so undercover baby like the police just the homies and myself we never phony yea you know me but don't hit me motherf*cker labels wanna sign me but they never get me motherf*cker
(Hook)
All The Time, bitches callin', leaving messages right on my line
Labels on the other hand don't know I'm on my grind
You cannot, pull me down no matter how you try
I do this all the time
2x