Rotary (feat. Drench)

My numbers stretch
Like the phone that is rotary
Disses just debts
That I know they gonna owe to me
I be so high
Why these bitches can't get over me
Trone' to the neck
But it don't got a hold of me

Don't miss the older me
Turn down your shutter
Bitch You over exposing me
I'm D.L.P. Official
No I don't need a notary
Like La Flame
I go straight up
Ain't nobody holding me
Holding me
Holding me
Back
My dawgs bark and then attack
I just sit back and I laugh
Feel like Johnny with my cash
I'm like hold up, wait a minute
Ayo Tommy where's the stash
She got white on her lips
But it ain't a milk mustache
Bitch
Bitch I'm the Lorax
I speak to the tree
Only got gas make you weak in the knees
I be so blessed that I feel like a sneeze
Leave you a mess and your blood in the streets
Me rolling up
That is something you'll never see
I'm turning up and I'm drinking that Hennessy
You not with us, then that makes you an enemy
You really tough, but it looks like pretend to me
Yeah these racks
Pulling down my pants like a fucking dancer
Imma' kill that pussy
Imma' put it in a damn hearse
Now she making weird noises
Like a fucking Chance verse
We ain't even fuck, but by my dick, she was enamored

My numbers stretch
Like the phone that is rotary
Disses just debts
That I know they gonna owe to me
I be so high
Why these bitches can't get over me
Trone' to the neck
But it don't got a hold of me

(Sun Boy, Light Talk)
Sucker bitch
Lover bitch
You the same as the other bitch
Tunnel bitch
Vision shit
Disjoint
This point
His coin
Haunts him like Congress
Going insane
Whipping in Impalas but ain't shit Tame
And ain't shit change
Sunny side shining wrist game popping
Locking up my mental state
Put your girl in a pretzel shape
Don't like this game, but I must obey
Until I pop out in a foreign, doors go Spaulding Grey
So much trauma in my head feel like Chris Benoit
Headbutt off the top to all you fake boy's fucked facades
Felt a little tense, now the rust is off
Y'all fronting off your funds, now my trust is gone
Waiting for your 16 back, bitch come on
Only got until 4:30 and then I fuck your moms
My gevity long
You ahead of me, wrong
Rather die than be pawned
I shine, y'all are my sons
Oh my god

My numbers stretch
Like the phone that is rotary
Disses just debts
That I know they gonna owe to me
I be so high
Why these bitches can't get over me
Trone' to the neck
But it don't got a hold of me
My numbers stretch
Like the phone that is rotary
Disses just debts
That I know they gonna owe to me
I be so high
Why these bitches can't get over me
Trone' to the neck
But it don't got a hold



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Writer(s): Avery Forrestall
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