WHAT'Z YA PHONE # (Freestyle)

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

I ain't picking up today

Pick a nigga that can pick another day

Airplane mode for the bitches in the way

I'm going to the moon, still I feel I need space

In and out of state in my Oregon eights

Making everybody duck unless you wanna fly, get away

All these rappers, I laugh at their gimmicks

Second they go viral they crash any minute

You can buy their ass. Buy their teeth. Buy their titties

Before I send her back, I'll make her ass do the dishes

I'm not the one to brag but it's baffling to me

Niggas talk about a bag doing bad while I pull a little stack out the batch like a raffling tickеt

Can't parlay with y'all, that's a gambling issue

The prospect in this shit, I'm a mavеrick

You in the stands. I'm a flash up

I can't fan duel with niggas, stop playing

Look, I got a handle my business

My mind crafts shit that Jack Black couldn't pick up

My passion don't match, but they're passive aggressive

They out for the scratch, ain't no rational questions

Tell me the truth

You nxggas want a nxgga gone

Fuck gettin flowers I need Tulips from your broad

Fuck a nostalgia run we walking shit down

Running my race, yall gotta pace with the crowd

I show speed might just leave you in a hall

Try to follow me, I got [?], yeah

I OD'ed if y'all really wanna stop

But I will [?] and now you pleading me to pause

[Verse 2]

I understand niggas trippin'

Look how these rap niggas is bad individuals

Look how they gassin you, like I been a villain

I'm sorry I can't be Ted Lasso to niggas

I ain't kissing no ass in here, that's why we different

What you do for a bag is why the bag ain't important

Niggas tap on your pant to tap dance for a little bit of love on the 'gram

Without a gram of decorum stop playing

Niggas throw stones, ignore it then hold hands

Just know I'm blowing up most fingers and both plans

There it go, paranoia always holding me back

All of those magazines a horror story attached

To e'ryone of them joints, I read you niggas trash

So yea I'm seeing red let's bring literacy back

I really, really on that, I'm really under attack

The industry biggest enemy give me pen and a pad

A bottle of Henny, I suffer anything in my path

You love 'em, send 'em back

You don't, that's a wrap

We never smoke [?] we passed

My artillery probably make Godzilla relapse

My shot hit different like Shawn Marion back

I stopped caring for real, I'm 'bout to carry 'em bad

I'm not embarrassed to fail A Nigerian scam

Well not really for real but got plenty who can

Let me stop, let me act right

Summertime 25' that's mine

Hundred thou, [?] cash, don't count mine

If it's all 'bout drip, shit get swiped

I'm at the [?] something 6'5"

I'm 5'9" but I really like a good climb

And if I [?] I be like six

I don't like to fit in [?] tight

Let me stop, let me stop, let me [?] right

Summer time '25, let me [?] right

I'm at the [?] something 6'5"

I'm 5'9" but I really like a good climb

And if I [?] I be like six

I don't gotta to fit in [?] tight

[Outro]

I ain't picking up today, y'all gotta pick another day

Airplane mode for the bitches in the way

Always on the moon, bitch, you know I need space

In and out of state, Oregon eights

[?] the same

I ain't picking up today, nah

(Number 8, number 8, number 8

Number 8, number 8, number 8)