Outcalls (Intro) lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, ayy, promise you I can do this sh*t
Huh, yeah, yeah, n*gga I'm still other side, n*gga
It's BLACK, don't make this sh*t look easy
It's BLACK, still the same n*gga that beat your motherf*ckin' ass too
Don't give me another f*ckin' chance with this sh*t, I'm tellin' you
All that dirty ass sh*t, I'ma start doggin' n*ggas out

[Verse]
The other night I knocked a b*tch thick as hell named Denise
At first she wasn't with it 'cause she heard I was a P
Shawty fine as hell but I can't put her on my team
All she want to do is smoke and vent to me 'bout what she need
Well let me tell you something b*tch, I ain't lil Dave who sell weed
Acceptin' ass instead of cash, smokin' b*tches out for free
I do not sell grams, I smell cookies by the P
Tell n*ggas who be shippin' I got bags for twenty-three
Shout out them real n*ggas who coppin' five or better when they shoppin'
The plug ain't showin' love and tryna show me, I'm gon' rob him
Being broke is not an option, I ain't goin' back to Top Ramen
Same name, same game, other side, we still mobbin'
I see you b*tches watchin', I heard you n*ggas plottin'
You must ain't heard I got a Golden Globe for playin' possum
I ain't in shape or got time to be wrestling or boxing
I'ma buy a n*gga life with this nickel in my pocket, come on and try
Can't wear your watch in the rain, it's a fake
No diploma and your phone bill late
You don't help, shoo fly, stay the f*ck up out my face
I'm with the Stinc Team, bet a Franklin we gon' torch up the place
Designer jeans, triple-A white and a pistol in my drawers
Forty-two fake, ain't pay him sh*t, I blew him at the mall
Another side n*ggas no fade, since '06 we had it all
I'ma handle smoke on my own, I ain't finna make no calls
I be runnin' through them grape lines, adore, Montee Ball
Shorty said he runnin' plays but his wallet look like he jog
I feel like Boosie, cash on me, nobody gon' harm me
Ain't steppin' in the party if I can't bring my forty
Before I slid on the party, had to call Tianna
Check it out, open your bag, take this motherf*ckin' osalama
My face straight just in case I gotta cook a n*gga, Benihana
Lookin' for problems, swear to God he know some migo n*ggas front a dollar
Across the country with some packs, you would not believe it
f*ck 12, they get behind me, I'ma leave 'em bleachin'
Karma hit a n*gga at the wrong time for the right reason
I'm tired of teachin', tie off, I might just miss a n*gga
Tired of goin' back and forth, I'm freein' these b*tches
A girlfriend I cannot keep, they want too much attention
Chin strap, buckle the helmet, let's finish the mission

[Outro]
Yeah, that's it, f*ck it
DTB, DTB, thank you
I tried it, n*gga, yeah
n*gga don't come at me with that all gas sh*t
And all that freestyle dumbass sh*t
n*gga I'm gon' slide on the dice how I wanna slide on the dice n*gga, period
f*ck all them motherf*ckin' awards, none of that dumb ass sh*t n*gga
DTB, DTB, BLACK
Yeah, shout out Offset Jim, period
n*gga, yeah, I gotta go