646-704-2610

[Verse: Wiki & Hak] 21st century pay phone user It's kinda nice, nice when I'm tryna lose ya But when I'm tryna chill, all these pay phones been abused up That one don't work, that one pissed on, that one shitted on That one has some extra vodka that I'm sippin' on Quarter hoarder, quarters gripped in my palm Just so when I'm ready I can slip it upon the coin slot New York native, ain't rocking no loin cloth Don't make LO of those, zone is closed Fingers frozen cold, oh No, forgot I was holdin' the phone Now I gotta think up numbers, come on throw me a bone 646-704-2610 I wonder how their '94 lenox has been Hello, hello? Yo, Hak What's good on the block, what it is? Why's this number blocked? Who is this? It's just Wik on 96th Whats the ish? I wish I had a chick on my dick To be specific, a thick spic lick it quick My mental ways are sick, resorting to a porno flick Give me satisfaction since I get no action I guess I'm just another kid Caught up in the faction of whacking It's true, I do more jacking than macking And I do more eyeing than trying, but... Wik you small, but you '93, I'm '94 Let's explore your cerebral cortex wall Aw, flatter me, you had to be Got the blacker half of you, Puerto Rican half of me, naturally Even when you mad at me, end up giving daps to me This fucking herb bagging bitches casually Thought at 17 that should be me What I'm supposed to have, a social status on a social ladder? Keep climbing, I'ma keep rhyming We mixed rising She's dick riding Pigs snipe, mix sirens hit hydrants Let it off, shit's flying, hit the fan That really happen? Nah, but you get me, fam? Overreactive, matter of fact over-attracted To every ho that pass with her overgrown assets And a so-on-tone accent Never slow If only I could remember this bitch when I'm grown And if I could remember this bitch as I get older Spit cold as if I had a chip on my shoulder I got a tangled heart and twisted leg Bally bully, third finger slinger I'd walk every step back till dawn Wipe my palms and say what up to my moms So we can kick some thoughts, we can get along Bang our feet, sing a sticky summer song Why'd I have to deck him? Thought he was my best friend Now you logged Louis before, the senses loony No rest for the wicked, my mind tryna do me "Life is like a movie" really screwed me Figuring out how you be while I do me Lenox, so you getting kinda loony, out of line Throw another quarter, yo we slippin' on the time Got you, got you I'm about to drop two Quarters in the slot, do it For my man Hak-a-loog' Hak is rude Chillin' with my mans Wiki One Eyebrow Chillin' with Hak with the bum ass style Chillin' with my mans Wiki One Eyebrow Chillin' with Hak with the bum ass style See? We both keep it raw Keep it hard when we speak Where should we meet? 96th street, last car on the 3 Peace Peace, peace