Dial Tone

Momma ain't gon' like this one (Hahaha) Full of dark thoughts Heart is full of blood clots One hoe, two hoe, three when I'm gon learn, not Ima striker, street fighter now my thumbs hot Ex pack in the air making my lungs rot Uh Ima penny pitchin' pussy picker The thought of you smilin' makin' my stomach sicker Big petty that's what they call me duke You unwoken the beast I ain't who you thought you knew Pitty pat, I'm at yo doorstep Huh, I don't like peace I want beef, come get yo sun set No hook, I'm straight through wit' it It ain't bout who got pussy, it's what you do wit' it But Taylor I thought you loved me Nah scratch that, I'm givin' haymakers I ain't gon' send you money I ain't got respect, nigga I'm bout to pocket check Playin with T is gon' get yo sockets wrecked I'm just joshing, I ain't gon hit you folk But yo kitty smelling a little iffy, I think yo laundry soaked You thought you the prize Life I'm 'bout to scrutinize Not cutting the cord yo mommas true demise Cry-cry, wah-wah, I ain't got feelings hoe Shoulda kicked yo stupid ass to the curb, soon as you hit the door (Huh) Like yo best friend, I think I settled too Just like the roaches inside yo crib, death is ahead of you This goes to show you shouldn't play with T Cause Ima get up on the track and I show my insanity Take advantage of me? (Huh) I thought not "I never came when we made love" said a dumb thot PSA, I'm bringing dark back Just finished bumpin' Tyler and Earl, nigga they made me love rap When my brains in a maze I put my thoughts to the page I'm steady the countin' the days 'Til u find this track and rewind it back Back to the day you fuckin' met me (Fuckin' met me) So I can tell you rest in piss before you ever disrespect me This my dial tone when you gone, hope you regret me