Lyrics

[Intro] "How do we get That? You lyin' From people From people What do we call it, man? To avoid Michelle" [Verse] Used to be on section 8, now my section is loopy Used to be on welfare, now my closet is Gucci Still got the Birdman like Tunechi No shit Feelin' so far gone like Wheelchair Jimmy All I wanna do is record, make my exes miss me They mad I'm that guy, so they do me like Nicki I'm just stating facts like Mickey I'ma shoot down the door if I hear it's Mickey The drug game became a big part of my life Push 'em in, had to push my way up outta that light That's on the record talk Off the record, what's the price? 'Cause I be dealin' for the rest of my damn life And yeah, it's wrong but the right amount is in my pocket The feds introduced RICO when they know you got it Soft white for the nose but if you wasn't solid Told my poppies "Hit the block and hit the target" [Chorus] Don't call me "Connect" on the telephone Call the white gelat on the telephone Don't ask the price on the telephone 'Cause you might lose your life on the telephone (Hello? Hello?) Means I'm floppin' off What kind of package you want? Means soft If you want hard then you call back And you say you want beanie mack