1-800

They ain't wanna do it
Till they see me doin' it
I made waves
These lil niggas
The ruined it
Keep claimin' the game
But got nothin' to do with it
Get smacked in the face
You keep doin' that stupid shit
Move bitch
These lil niggas ludacris
"Who's this?"
Like, what?
How is that shit a question?
I'm the boy out of Troy
Here's a history lesson

I made a wave
And these lil niggas surfed it
Don't know the name?
Then nigga you need to search it
Step on the stage, the hoes
They go crazy
You know that's my baby"

1-800
I be hittin all the hoes
If she got a man
Ima hit it on the low
If she got a friend
Fuck it, I can hit 'em both
She know what it is
Every time I hit her phone

"Like, I just don't know what it is about you Gabe
Like, you're just so different
Like, you really got me actin'
This is so out of character for me
I'm never like this"

And I like my girls spicy
A lil seasoned
Shorty just like me
A lil demon
Hit her with a little bit of rhythm
Had her screamin'
Switch it to the boom-boom-boom
This the remix

So come and do it for the one time, baby
Ima eat it up like it's lunch time, baby
Ima have you sweatin' like it's crunch time, baby
But this shit ain't a game
You know I ain't boutta play

1-800
I be hittin all the hoes
If she got a man
Ima hit it on the low
If she got a friend
Fuck it, I can hit 'em both
She know what it is
Every time I hit her phone



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Writer(s): Gabriel Mikhael Woodley
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