Disorder (Hotlines)

Aye this track right here nigga Heh, it's on a whole 'notha level of swag Ya'll swag ain't even touchin' this one Let's go I'm in the lab like I got a disorder Check my swag, pen and pad, mic, and recorder I'm in the kitchen cookin' up mane just place your order What you need mix it up til you niggas get enough Cuz I got hotlines And I'm spittin' hotlines What you say hotlines All-day hotlines Cuz I got hotlines And I'm spittin' hotlines What you need mix it up til you niggas get enough Here I am once again blazin' up a single Guarantee it's gonna pop like a can of pringles I'm over ya head higher than roof shingles Rhymes cold chill my words make ya tingle Flyer than a rocket hotter than the tropics Not an emo but I'm still a Hot Topic My money stands tall ya skills are a hobbit Beef on the grill I just shish kabob it Any CD I promote just go ahead cop it To my ladies hearing this I say baby gone bop it Me, Vibes, & D-Stylez we're the Chesta's hottest On these Ed Pryor beats is the way ya'll spot us Everybody loves our styles and the way we market Fans like darts I guess we're the targets My lines too deep take a closer look Hot lines on the stove Yung Gage is the cook I'm in the lab like I got a disorder Check my swag, pen and pad, mic, and recorder I'm in the kitchen cookin' up mane just place your order What you need mix it up til you niggas get enough Cuz I got hotlines And I'm spittin' hotlines What you say hotlines All-day hotlines Cuz I got hotlines And I'm spittin' hotlines What you need mix it up til you niggas get enough Excellence the name Gage is a star Golf's hole in one you're not up to par A king that'll take an ace's heart and diamond queen Jack you're a joker ya skill is joking Hold up don't leave I said I ain't done I'm grindin' ya'll at rope's end just like ya hung I'm original all of ya'll are reruns Ya so flavorless and I'm the A1 A giant in the game fee-fi-fo-fum I'll chew you up and spit you out just like you gum It isn't my goal my rhymes deserve awards I'm Kakashi Gage I'm pullin out my sword It's like I'm in Mausoleum's house surrounded by harems And if I get in they belly they gonna need Tums If that didn't make you shiver it's because you numb Gage on the beat what you think's the outcome I'm in the lab like I got a disorder Check my swag, pen and pad, mic, and recorder I'm in the kitchen cookin' up mane just place your order What you need mix it up til you niggas get enough Cuz I got hotlines And I'm spittin' hotlines What you say hotlines All-day hotlines Cuz I got hotlines And I'm spittin' hotlines What you need mix it up til you niggas get enough