Off the Phone - Bass Santana

I ain’t taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog

If you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up

Everything’s in gold, nigga

I’m so in my zone, nigga

Line a fucking four up and I pour it in my motherfucking cup

Rest in peace to Fredo, what I’m still sippin', wok

We express some bullshit but my appetite ain’t stop

I’ve been off the drugs, I’ve been staying out my feelings

Now I pop a fuckin' perc and it’s right back to this business

Who?

Who gon' run up on me?

Who?

Who gon' hit a lick on?

Who?

Who be talking shit bitch who?

Nigga stop it

Who?

Who got problems with me?

Who?

Who ain’t fucking with the crew?

Who got niggas mad as shit?

'Cause we poppin'

I ain’t taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog

If you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up

Everything’s in gold, nigga

I’m so in my zone, nigga

Line a fucking four up and I pour it in my motherfucking cup

Woke up in the morning, spoke to Jesus but he black

Damn my bitch be horny my sheets is never intact

Deep inside my soul is some darkness I can’t dismiss

Might not go to heaven with grandma but I’ll get rich

I ain’t feeling social, nigga

I ain’t never sold it, nigga

Hoes fucking local niggas, that’s just how it is

Trap out the motherfucking Honda with the motherfucking tints

With the white, driving slower than a bitch

Aye, what you like?

Hit them angles on my dick, curve to the right

I just might slit his fucking throat, that’s just how I fight

Niggas, they don’t want no problems, they just need advice

Yeah she thick, hella fucking thick, that’s just what I like (yeah she)

I ain’t taking phone calls, staying off the phone dog

If you wanna hit me you know you gotta pull up

Everything’s in gold, nigga

I’m so in my zone, nigga

Line a fucking four up and I pour it in my motherfucking cup

Where do you wanna eat?

I don’t know, what you wanna eat?

Uh, cheesecake

I don’t want cheesecake

I don’t know what the fuck you want

It’s not my fucking fault, okay?

You always want cheesecake

Uh, whatever.

Well when you make up your mind, you let me know

What else would you want?

Uh, shit

Why didn’t you answer it?

I don’t know who the fuck that is

So?

Answer it.

Let me see who it is

I don’t know who, it’s an unknown number

So call them back

Shhh… the fuck?

Answer it

Yo, hello?

Hold on, hold on, nigga hold on, hold on.

Who the fuck is this?

You know I got your number at the party?

You know the nigga at the party?

You told me it was on point nigga, what’s good?

Niggas over here smoking

sticks and seeds

Damn, and the first thing you think to do is facetime me?

You couldn’t just

text me or some shit?

You gotta text me anyway nigga text me and tell me how

much you want and I’ll slide to you bro

I got you, I got you five

Alright, the what?

Nigga hold on.

Text me, text me

The fuck?

Now you looking stupid

I don’t give a fuck, at least I know who the fuck it is

Fucking stupid

Fuck ass

Shut up