Voicemail - Cdot Honcho

Let me find out you see me callin you

I ain’t finna keep blowin up yo phone

Like I’m one these thirsty ass bitches

You got me fucked up

I don’t kiss no ass bitch my IG lit I can fuck any nigga I want though Forreal

You act like I’m tryna be yo bitch or sum

I just want atleast a lil respect

I know you ain’t no where there wit yo ugly ass friends

And them dirty ass Dick doing hoes off Instagram

Keep playin wit me Ima send them niggas to yo crib

Bitch now call my phone right now !

Fuck on yo bitch kick ha out on ha ass

Cts v man that bitch like a bullet

You pull up I’m leavin yo ass

30 round clip we ain’t beatin yo ass

Buss on ha lip now bitch go bout yo business, every minute

I run up that spinach I’m up in the A

I just left outta Lenox fly to LA put my dick in some bitches

Jog to the bank everyday hella fitness

Ask the tellers them bitches is witness

Might fuck a bitch but don’t tell her my business

She set me up wet that bitch like the fishes

650 just me and beretta you tweak and then hollows a leak out yo blatter

Hop innat coupe and I’m smoking yo Jetta

Hit her 2 times drop her off where I met her

I’m ballin so stupid

Took hella racks out the bank and I blew it

Took that new coupe off the lot then I flew it

Empty the clip out the Uzi then threw it

Aye got that drink in my fluid run in yo trap and make hella confusion

Hundred round clips we jus come in and shootin

Hop in that straight and u know that I flew it aye

My pockets they look like Rick Ross

You run up I’m bringing yo life to a hault

That bitch give me too many calls that bitch irritatin

I cut that bitch off shut that bitch off left that bitch lost

Hop in that rarri and stomp that bitch off

Bitch wanna whine but I don’t got the time

Fuck her two times then I cut that bitch off

I just spent a bag on my diamonds

Hoes do whateva I say like I’m Simon

I pour me a 4 den I’m flyin run it up no tony hawk I be grindin

My bitch look like she come from the island

She keep me straight cause a nigga be wildin

Niggas so tuff it be havin me dyin

Marco he all in the cut like he spying

Bullets be flying bodies be flying up in red diamond t

Hem hundreds be flying

Bitches be going and bitches be lying

Niggas be cuffin em I don’t be trying

I just be fuckin em then I be duckin em

Me trust a bitch nigga you lyin

Honcho gang bitch we be running through racks

Fucking it up get it back everytime

Nigga run in here it ain’t one of those

Mac 10s FNs it ain’t on those

Nigga want war let a nigga kno

Heat seakers go right thru a nigga fro

I’m Rollin up woods all a nigga know

Bring a swisher then I point yo ass to door

LV my bitch stragiht frm the store

LV on my belt gotta couple those

Set a nigga up wit a couple hoes

Den wet a nigga up like a water hose

Gotta getta check then its adios

Bitch I got more dough than dominos

Steady pouin up 4s finna overdose

Steady fuckin yo hoe finna Letta go

50 round clip we a let it go

Then smoke dope like we ain’t Neva know