WWCD

Who the fuck is this Paging me at seven twenty-six In the am Already outta patience Tolerance page thin I heard A P E been goin ape shit I hopped up out the bed And bent the blinds to see my bae dipped Jumped inside my k swiss Brushin my grill so nothings caked in Cxmp rappin like its game six Got myself in my playlist Thumbin thru all my contacts Speed dial tab and favorites Hold on ill get back to you and this conversation Cxmp you soundin tired Ya my voice a little raspy I done seen a thing or two That's just by the way, don't ask me They could never see my drive I got these rappers taped behind the backseat Crusin thru the guin with swishers sweets and bumpin mac beats Back to the questions mothafucka I'm barely gettin started I cannot count on my hands On how many times I've seen this often Ya'll gon overhype a rapper, they gon be gon by the mornin I'm sippin hen this aint scotch and ya body get find by bourbon All of this time I've been workin Cxmp is a product of purchase Cuttin up like drs and surgeons He's heatin up Go take a look at the thermos That boy he crackin the surface My fault he brackin and boolin Cxmp actin stupid and foolish Gon have you pushing up tulips If I let rounds out this ruger Man that cash lookin blueish Cxmp and PSG at ya crew neck Fuckin stupid