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Shotgun Willy

1-800-SMD

 

1-800-SMD

(album: Viva La Kid - 2021)


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 motherfucking 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 chilling at the hotel
Whole game on my back like Odel
Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well"

Now I'm fucking bitches and money and that's it
You don't like the shit that I'm making, 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 vibing 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 looking 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 motherfucking 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 chilling 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
Looking like a king, king, king
Money stack tall, tall, tall
I'm talking Yao Ming, Ming, Ming
Fuck it, we ball, ball, ball
I told that boy swing, swing, swing
I'm sounding 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 tapping, 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 lacking while my GPS was tracking your home
And I sent it back and if you have it, tell him call at my phone

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