Fuck Texting

[Chorus]

Call that nigga, fuck that texting shit

If a nigga don’t pick up, guess it’s them hoes he wit’

Guess I gotta get wit’ my bitches and hop in the whip

Ride around, see what bitch hoppin’ on my man dick

Call that nigga, call that nigga, fuck that texting shit

Call that nigga, call that nigga, who the fuck he with?

See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips

Or if he taking pics with other chicks, fuck that shit

[Verse 1]

Oh na na na, can’t play a bitch like me papa

These niggas think they low, til’ I pop out

Where y’all niggas at? What them bitches ‘bout?

I’m looking for these hoes like a girl scout

Get your cookies out

Unless you work at Christian Dior’s, run up in the corner store

Creep up in the unmarked car

Might be leaning on you, you ain’t even know it

A bitch crazy in love nigga, this is how I show it

I’m the one to throw yo’ shit out the window

Call ya’ mama, ask her straight up, “Why ya son a ho?”

Next level, disrespectful, lemme check you

If you pop back, my boy cousin gon’ dead you

That’s a threat, we comin’ in for your neck, got tec

God damned if I’m gon’ let any dude screw me over

I’mma key ya car, bleach ya kicks before the night is over

Douse your weed in baking soda, take your stashed cash and blow it all playing poker

[Chorus]

Call that nigga, fuck that texting shit

If a nigga don’t pick up, guess it’s them hoes he wit’

Guess I gotta get wit’ my bitches and hop in the whip

Ride around, see what bitch hoppin’ on my man dick

Call that nigga, call that nigga, fuck that texting shit

Call that nigga, call that nigga, who the fuck he with?

See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips

Or if he taking pics with other chicks, fuck that shit

[Verse 2]

Hocus Pocus pussy, make your man disappear

Good pussy never fear, any smut could get cut

Anywhere I see ha, I’ll beat ha

Have you leave ha, treat her like you never seen her

It’s my world, you can’t do what you want

I pay a phone bill every month, back this ass up everyday

And I give you space unless I’m feeling some kinda way

Like today, better pray, lay low muthafucka crazy bitch coming your way, straight

It’s my way or the high way or the ho way

These niggas wanna play, alrighty, okay

Bride of Chucky on you niggas, slicing up your whole face

I’m a greedy ass bitch, needing more than an entre

You told me you love me, ride or die bitch, woulda rolled in a Humvee

Why you takin’ pics with these hoes that’re ugly?

Lying ass bitch better show me the money

Faking, now you stunting with hoes in abundance

You really ain’t nothing, nigga ya Rollie is

Fake as fuck, nigga ya bezel’s on the floor, what the fuck?

[Chorus]

Call that nigga, fuck that texting shit

If a nigga don’t pick up, guess it’s them hoes he wit’

Guess I gotta get wit’ my bitches and hop in the whip

Ride around, see what bitch hoppin’ on my man dick

Call that nigga, call that nigga, fuck that texting shit

Call that nigga, call that nigga, who the fuck he with?

See if he taking hoes shopping, taking hoes on trips

Or if he taking pics with other chicks, fuck that shit

[Outro]

(You have one unheard message)

Baby like, I’m sorry, I’m acting crazy

You know I just love you and when you don’t text me back

I got to thinking like, other bitches gotcha dick

And you know that shit is mad good, and I’m stingy

Call me back