Dial Tone

Pulled up with a 22, Adam from No Jumper Why you crying 'bout that bitch my lil' bro fucked her And yo bag ain't shit, that shit a low number I just talk my shit and bitch you don't got no plunger No wonder that you broke, you just a lazy bitch Ten years from now I'll say it's myself that done made me rich I don't need nobody go f*ck yourself if you hate me bitch Don't call my phone tryna talk 'less you pay me bitch Chop got no aim assist but my bro not gon' miss nothing Me and gang been being quiet that's how you know shit coming, uh Just to hop in the booth I had to quit thumbing Bitch I only make slaps like I jumped up and hit something Aye, money heavyweight 'bout the only thing I'll ever need Capricorn, bitch I'm a goat 'bout the only thing I'll ever be Try to reach for these Cartis they the last thing you'll ever see You a lame that's some shit that I could never be You can't step to me these 'Lencis make me tall as f*ck My money strong as hell that shit Ben Wallace buff He said he call the shots, I went and called his bluff Looking like a lame tryna get some clout you did that all for what Streetlights glowing, It seem like you seem tight Stack my money up real tall that shit Hakeem height Ain't no red I only see green lights That's cause the chop beam bright Send him to the sky, give his lil' ass a free flight Yeah, since you think you fly Talking tough I got four words for you, you not that guy Call of Duty with that chop It's time to modify I only spit straight gas, it's heat nobody hot as I I feel like Gother bitch, I don't have a heart Bitch I make hits everyday you not half as hard This a SRT, bitch, no you can't have this car This random ass crackhead just said "Yo, can I have a dart" Bitch I don't smoke cigarettes I just score in the triple threat My money 'bout as tall as me standing up in my Triple S My bro just made five in one day and he can't hit for less Bitch I'm the goat I'm the best in the middle west You taking little steps I'm moving like the flash bitch Bitch we really getting to it, no asterisk In the SRT I'm chilling with a bad bitch I'ma die a legend, you gon' die average Yeah, feel like Polo G I'm finna die a goat I'm 'bout to cop a Moncleezy that be the flyest coat Look where the bag is if you wondering where I'ma go Try to call me up, you gon' hear the dial tone