1-800 (KALL)

Tweaking' out on shrooms, get my mind right When I close my eyes, I can see the light She got a pretty face, but got plenty lies Swear to God, I've been through this shit many times So I can't f*ck with thots, yeah, they just want my guap, yeah Remember I was broke, I never got a call, yeah Now these bitches want a call now My cup full of red, I ain't like the rest Pockets gettin' chubby, yeah, they eatin' too much bread Know I got it on me, it's gon' fill your brain with lead I can't f*ck with him, he might go and tell the feds, yeah I'm the master chief, you want smoke give you a halo All these niggas fake, be pretend like a fable I really do it all, f*ck a genre, f*ck a label I'm up in the sky, getting high pouring Faygo Tweaking out on shrooms, get my mind right When I close my eyes, I can see the light She got a pretty face, but got plenty lies Swear to God, I've been through this shit many times So I can't f*ck with thots, yeah, they just want my guap, yeah Remember I was broke, I never got a call, yeah Now these bitches want a call now