Dial Tone

Lately, dawg, my mind gone
My idols whip and ride chrome
I don’t know if that’s right or wrong
But, sometimes I want to ride along
Don’t call my phone, gonna ride alone
Hope my bitch supply the dome
If she isn’t with the shits or gives me lip, then dial tone
I’d Rather whip up foul funk. Mixes and flips, whoo how it stunk
For my clique, bitch, I would dump
If not for this ship. I’da sunk
I remember 99. Juvenile, I odolized
Only niggas sold them bricks and quarter flipped ain’t have a dime
Holy fuckin moly, Rollie Pollie Ollie, Madeline!
Off the fucking porch and into Babylon
Bitch you childish. How you niggas with the same niggas gotta tattled on
Mind my business. Paddle on
Y’all my witness. Not LeBron
I want rings just like LeBron
New bitch favorite planet Saturn, cuz she say it got just one
It’s not just one, you sleep as fuck
We can’t converse, but baby, we can fuck
Until she get stuck, and then we wake up
And, she cuisine it up until the d gets up again, but
I want rich like Dow Jones
Whip outside I’m not at home
Hope you pick up when I phone and I don’t get the dial tone
I want rich like the Dow Jones
Whip outside, I’m not at home
If she isn’t with the shits or gives me lip, bitch, dial.