"1-800-SMD" lyrics
I'm a rockstar tryna fuck a pornstar
And I keep a blade light, Sword Art Online
How'd you get a sports car? "I don't know, it's not mine"
Any more questions? Please, hit my hotline
At 1-800 suck a motherfuckin' dick
Please, call me up, please, call me up
I'm young McLovin, got a super bad bitch
She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah
'Cause I don't pick up, leave a voicemail
Rooftop chillin' at the hotel
Whole game on my back like Odel
Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well"
Now I'm fuckin' bitches and money and that's it
You don't like the shit that I'm makin', then suck dick
Carti man, Rick, bunch of motherfuckers on the ride up on my wave
Out the way 'fore I slap a pussy boy like Brad Pitt, shit
Momma raised a boy to be a pimp, pimp
Fur coat vibin' at the wrist, wrist
Good role model for the kids, kids
Willy went and made another hit
Last date that I had was a court date
I'm hard, you soft like sorbet
Not parfait, no foreplay
You be lookin' sweet like a strawberry shortcake
Who you think is next up, I'm better
I got drank in my cup like bender
That boy said that I suck, whatever
I got riches switched up, Bruce Jenner
At 1-800 suck a motherfuckin' dick
Please, call me up, please, call me up
I'm young McLovin, got a super bad bitch
She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah
'Cause I don't pick up, leave a voicemail
Rooftop chillin' at the hotel
Whole game on my back like Odel
Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well"
I don't like you, you, you
Hear the phone ring, ring, ring
Everything new, new, new
Lookin' like a king, king, king
Money stack tall, tall, tall
I'm talkin' Yao Ming, Ming, Ming
Fuck it, we ball, ball, ball
I told that boy swing, swing, swing
I'm soundin' like hey, better, better, hey, better, better
Then I watch your brain splatter, splatter, brain splatter, splatter
On my way up like a ladder, no chitter-chatter
I don't give a fuck, it don't matter 'less it make my pockets fatter
You could hear the pitter-patter tappin', I'm at your door
And I'm attached with a piece of chrome, I'm just so happy to know it
That you were lackin' while my GPS was trackin' your home
And I sent it back and if you have it, tell him call at my phone
And I keep a blade light, Sword Art Online
How'd you get a sports car? "I don't know, it's not mine"
Any more questions? Please, hit my hotline
At 1-800 suck a motherfuckin' dick
Please, call me up, please, call me up
I'm young McLovin, got a super bad bitch
She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah
'Cause I don't pick up, leave a voicemail
Rooftop chillin' at the hotel
Whole game on my back like Odel
Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well"
Now I'm fuckin' bitches and money and that's it
You don't like the shit that I'm makin', then suck dick
Carti man, Rick, bunch of motherfuckers on the ride up on my wave
Out the way 'fore I slap a pussy boy like Brad Pitt, shit
Momma raised a boy to be a pimp, pimp
Fur coat vibin' at the wrist, wrist
Good role model for the kids, kids
Willy went and made another hit
Last date that I had was a court date
I'm hard, you soft like sorbet
Not parfait, no foreplay
You be lookin' sweet like a strawberry shortcake
Who you think is next up, I'm better
I got drank in my cup like bender
That boy said that I suck, whatever
I got riches switched up, Bruce Jenner
At 1-800 suck a motherfuckin' dick
Please, call me up, please, call me up
I'm young McLovin, got a super bad bitch
She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah
'Cause I don't pick up, leave a voicemail
Rooftop chillin' at the hotel
Whole game on my back like Odel
Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well"
I don't like you, you, you
Hear the phone ring, ring, ring
Everything new, new, new
Lookin' like a king, king, king
Money stack tall, tall, tall
I'm talkin' Yao Ming, Ming, Ming
Fuck it, we ball, ball, ball
I told that boy swing, swing, swing
I'm soundin' like hey, better, better, hey, better, better
Then I watch your brain splatter, splatter, brain splatter, splatter
On my way up like a ladder, no chitter-chatter
I don't give a fuck, it don't matter 'less it make my pockets fatter
You could hear the pitter-patter tappin', I'm at your door
And I'm attached with a piece of chrome, I'm just so happy to know it
That you were lackin' while my GPS was trackin' your home
And I sent it back and if you have it, tell him call at my phone
Writer(s): Joshua Williams
