Str8 To Voicemail (feat. Wex & Un!)

Bad hit me on my telephone PH 1 calling my name on the intercom Whatever you want Whatever you on, I'm on bae Say your last nigga blowing smoke but he still on foreplay No shame Hoe wait We can't Be rushing too much let me skate (Hollup lil baby) Break it Lil baby break that bitch down This vibe that you claimin ain't it Crazy a young nigga smooth like me Butter on cream I be G.O.D. like G.I. Joe Write my walls and they fill like holes So I'm really like f*ck him I'm the sh i.t. on percussion Flow like me you ain't touching Bro can't see me in public No eagle eye no Shia LaBeouf -in I'm hard to find to my brothers What make you think you gon f*ck with this Duck lil hoes like you not my bitch I don't need company Nobody f*ck with me What else that little bitch does for me If nothing leave You proceed Send str8 to voicemail I told that bitch quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Str8 to voicemail I told that bitch quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Send Str8 to voicemail Vegas Shorty got double D's Had to spin her cul de sac could be empty Houston hoe go crazy nickname Ellie That throat I missy Attracted to my Hussle/hustle Cali bih showin nipsey Scene bih, seen the Dick print Now she on the scenic Route to my house She wanna drink my semen Heard Sex hit different when its with a demon She wanna milk me Asked to be my maid Cuz my thoughts filthy Ian the judge but off her eyes she guilty She got the cents/sense so I gave her 7/50 This P shit is the core of me Scorpio energy maybe it's the whore in me Dove in her oceans, forgot her name I must be dory They steady blowing up my phone asking SaKe why you ignoring me Maybe I'm too cold hearted but I have a confession She more of a snack to me sum concession Angel pussy on demon dick She gave her blessin F*ck her like a savage to answer her 21 questions Ion f*ck nobody bitches Too much pussy on this earth to be fucking everybody bitches They persona materialistic Y'all be renting them bitches Baggin hoes off the foreplay hittin em different I tell a vision get you stuck in between Scar above my eye for killin the king Riding thru hell with cash in my jeans Flipping bowls re up some mo I'm waiting for the phone to ring Send str8 to voicemail I told that bitch quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Str8 to voicemail I told that bitch quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Quit calling my phone Send Str8 to voicemail