Jay B & Electrick M – Freeverse Call you later
hook
I check my screen x2
And what i see x2
Haters be blowin my phone
Cuz their main chick wanna fuck with me
I see you haterr, but ill call you later
Im doin my thing, flashin my ring
U can say im stackin paper
Verse 1
Ive been told so many times im cocky as fuck, bitch i didnt lie
Ive been known to spit the truth
What u told me ho is nothin new
Tell me something idk bitch
U running out of facts man udont know shit!
You could try to hurt my feelings
But im flawsy as fuck no cavity
U blowin up my fone my facebook is filled with spam
Tryna get, my attention nah cuz tonight im goin ham
So forget the mess i dont need no stress im a get my cash n get some ass
By the time i hit this chick up she didnt tell me She got a man
Its not my fault,i gave her water
Thirsty chick so i had to help her
Dehydraded chick equals she wants the dick therefore there will be problems but i will dissolve em
So there goes the haters im wavin goodbye to them
hook
Verse 2
Im unstoppable on my music im the king of my own games
U can call me whatever u want
Go ahead boy feel free
Roll the dice n take a chance no yatZee, but jay b will knock u out, trust me, better stop me spittin up storm no kamikazi
Electrick M
Now I don’t really want that side
I’m just not that type of guy
Now you really wanna get that right
Cause I don’t want a rage inside
If you really wanna get that, sit back
I really don’t know how you coulda missed that
Hear the shots in the shack like click clack
Serious, get down, ratatatat!
I don’t bite it when I write it, I’m insighted, I kite it
Fly into your lungs, clear ‘em up, Clarithromycin
I’m Mike Tyson on this track, meanin’ I beat up the beat
Prince Charming up in this meanin’ sweep you off your feet
(Yeah!)
If you really wanna get it I’mma get it in a minute
I’mma sit it, pin it, sin it, get in it
Pre-historic flow, straight Dinosaur
I’ll show you to the exhibit
This style is not inherited
And my mind ain’t under any influence, it’s merited
But you’re scared of it
And I’mma rock this mic to the death, I ain’t sharing it
Verse 3
Started from the good heart, im about to end it cold blooded style
So fuck these bitches with no sense
Lust em up, bag it up draw a smile
Forget the smile its too precious
You dont deserve it bitch u a mistress
But dont mislead my actions you never know what could happen
I can tell you suckaz so heated up
When yall call me up say so much shit almost fell asleep talkin to this bitch
Cuz you motherfuckers dont even follow up
im so scared heh not really
U dry mad peanut butter and jelly
Jealous of the fact i murder shit
May your career rest in peace
I dont rap for fame i dont rap for fun
All these wack artist rappin about some guns
Homie you could write and lie but you never even carried one
Its funny how some say they
Been rapping for years and they make
So much mula from the game
Bitch you made that from your workplace
I could give so many fucks, for the fact you hatin me,
But im givin all my fucks for your chick thats been wanting me
Oh im sorry man you dont like my style Oh man u must be mirin me
Waitin for me to quit the game so you can take the spot of ya boy jay b?
These fake fucks needs to be buried alive, along with their music and their fuckin mic, before they get buried, their chick is all mine, put these artist unconscious in mind, then im fuckin their main chick from behind, oh you must be pissed i dont give a dime, for you broke ass motherfuckers sayin
so many trash only wastin your time