PDMMCMF ft. S.A.V. & G-Willikerz Lyrics

Please don't make me call my friends

Plotting on a Benz, couple hundred in the pants saying

There he goes again

They really hate me now and they barely liked me then

Please don't make me call my friends

Plotting on a Benz, couple hundred in the pants saying

There he goes again

They really hate me now and they barely liked me then, what's up

Tell me who is that

Mr. Atlas the way I put me on the map

Never knew how I should act

Failed me as a thespian been authentic they haven't felt real like a lesbian

378 unread messages

Medium steak on the plate with mixed vegetables

Eye eye me in the face she's right next to you

Don't write the things I say this is a confessional

Not words it's worse

It's a perpetual hurst the way weaponry burst absurd words on the verse

Need a professional nurse

Prescription written is given to hit the sickness it misses

Spreads to the limbs and the kidneys leaving you feeling like Kenny

I need a B for the masters cash in the bag I don't ask first cat in hat with these rappers

Verses rudimentary and when I call my friends please remember the things you said to me

I'm not the enemy It's all right, uh

Went too far right, uh

Rap star like

Bar set right arm Brett Favre like

Please don't make me call my friends

Plotting on a Benz, couple hundred in the pants saying

There he goes again

They really hate me now and they barely liked me then

Please don't make me call my friends

Plotting on a Benz, couple hundred in the pants saying

There he goes again

They really hate me now and they barely liked me then, what's up

Once my dogs get involved

They're the type that's on the way before I finish the call

And we're going to get it resolved before it got to evolve

Now you're mister it's a misunderstanding that's all, what a coincidence yeah

My rolodex is impressive it's full of move makers and shakers so keep it cordial with me it's much safer

Stingy with my money I clutch paper

Every track I make is full of gas like Dutch paper

I'm on the money like dead people you only get one shot so I use a desert eagle

They don't get the point but I thread needles it's, self defeating trying to be a hero because I wake up good and go to bed evil

Then wake up good again, a vicious cycle like people that leave and end up right back in the hood again

If the shoe fits then it should offend

I'm too busy rocking what I am to worry about what I could have been, golly.

Please don't make me call my friends

Plotting on a Benz, couple hundred in the pants saying

There he goes again

They really hate me now and they barely liked me then, what's up

Please don't make me call my friends

It's getting evil I am lethal when the needle hits the record it's illegal

Swear your brain is feeble

People want that gas were burning diesel and the opps come for your bread like a mother mother seagull.

The proof is in the pudding I put a clip in and pull it verbal

Fire arms are ready and I got plenty of bullets so pull it over

If I'm not the best, then I'll split your girl and then put some hollow tips right into your mullet live to the fullest Should I call the homie I can't decide

At night I seem to fantasize and analyze the screams of these rappers that I antagonize so stand aside

I don't want the smoke not because I panic guys it's because you're all my sons and I'm a good dad, a family guy,

So count the corpses I'll show them all where the morgue is

Then torch it with no remorse kid I bring the heat like I'm foreman

The anger was laying dormant, no warning and now I'm storming

Trying to call the beef I called the homie then we pull off in porches, hold up.