Hotline Freestyle

Yeah, it's been a minute Gotta hit your line The hot line Look, shawty got her own vibe, she don't need a man I can tell cause she don't hesitate to leave a man She need a nigga like me to be holding her down Because the niggas she f*ck with, they be holding her down You'd rather argue with these bitches on Twitter He a real goof, niggas say he putting down, but there's no proof You ain't caught me in a minute, what's your high line like These niggas coming for you like no stop sign, right Damn, gassed up and you a freak too I feel your vibe, baby, just lift it up and I'ma peek through When your nigga get the trip and I'ma slide Pennies to the side, ain't no holding back Because you know it's been some time where you been at I know you miss the way I used to beat it up and been at Phone on DND because we don't need no distractions And that pussy killer, girl, that's just fatal attraction Hope you ain't got a nigga, nah, that's probably where you been Know we used to benefit of us just being friends That came to an end, reminisce of hotels that we was staying in When I would kill it, baby, make the news like CNN Or make your close friends And when you swallow, girl, you used to be my throat friend Just tell that nigga that you was asleep when you really out with me Let your hair down, I ain't seen you in some weeks, damn Fucking like rabbits and shit And when I'm pounding you too hard, you get to grabbing and shit You like it rough because you ain't never fucked with no gentle man I used to let you come first because I'm a gentleman, damn I used to slut you out I love the way you rolled my dick until I nutted out And now to see you cuffed up when you was just my f*ck-f*ck I used to do the hole-in-one, baby, no talking putt-putt, yeah But tell me what's your sign, and I'ma tell you mine And if I hit your line, baby, please do not decline Because I need you on top of that place you love to ride Because you the MVP, baby girl, you notarized And what about that shit we did for fun, boo Used to make you bust back-to-back like my gun do Talk about that shit all on the TL But you know when I call that we gon' link on the DL And won't even DM because I'm not your follower I'm just a nigga that you know you love to swallow up And when I hit you know that my niggas can't follow up I make you sing, baby, like you at the Apollo, huh Yeah, throat, baby Every time we do it, it be so crazy When I'm inside of the booth and you blowing up my phone And you saying you miss me, you want me to come home Late at night, baby, when I slide through I'ma eat it up like it's a drive-thru Ass shots got me sucking on your thighs, too And I love the shit you doing with your eyes, too Yeah, ride it till I bust Nah, ride it like a bus Yeah, and you know it's trust You don't tell your nigga because you know we love to f*ck Yeah, no odor You be on the henny, do that shit sober Trick or treat, Halloween, girl, it's October And you know I like that shit when you come over Light the candles, you got it waxed And that thing, hitting it from the back And if I nut, baby, that's a plan B Yeah, that's a plan B That's a plan B That's a plan B That's a plan B