1-800-SMD - Shotgun Willy

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