Forgive me, I’m a little rusty man, I’m still… I haven’t made a song in like a week, but it’s cool It always comesback, it always comes back I don’t know how to explain it, but Hoe, call for it Hoe, you should call for the show Hoe, call for it Know that that’s 3 in a row All these hoes are gonna get it down for me, I’m undoubtedly spitting that shit on the mic I ain’t even come to fight But you got me feelin’ like Mike I come with the rights And y’all are kiddies, Little Tikes I’m raising the pressure, no vice Admit it, it’s nice I ain’t even charge a price And soon I just might But lately I’m focused on life This off the dome like some lice I’m in their head like a psych I’m bringing the hype Reminding y’all that I don’t write But I’m feelin’ right So I came to fuck up the night I’m really building a life Up on the stage under lights This shit is so bright We could get higher than kites As long as you ain’t scared of heights So come on let’s- Hoe, call for it Hoe, you should call for the show Hoe, call for it Know that that’s 3 in a row Putting my ducks in a row I’m in a whole ‘nother zone The way I been moving is mode Cause lately I’m doing the most I’m the player and the coach I’m never dying like a roach All of the others are pale in comparison, looks like they just saw a ghost Feeling like one of the goats I’m at the top of the tot-em And I been standing on business and all of these bitches gon’ reach for the scrote I’m gassing them up till they choke Then repeat it until I explode They way she been eating me she must be listening to Daryl Hall and John Oates Hoe, call for it Hoe, you should call for the show Hoe, call for it Know that that’s 3 in a row