Contacts

(album: The Dead Occasion - 2015)

It all come down to who you know
It all come down to who you know (Who you know)
Woo!

I don't text dude bitch no more, just Snapchat, Snapchat
I only send her pics in my Hurt Everybody snapback
She gon' fuck a nigga for a hashtag, a hashtag
In the hatchback, blowing hash back, I'm faded
Now you wanna know me cause I've almost made it
I can't pick up phones cause I'm almost famous
I can't pick up phones cause that phony shit contagious
I can't fuck with rappers cause these niggas so pretentious
Silent on the set (Shhh, shhh)
These niggas actors, I ain't saying shit (Shhh, shhh shhh shhh)
Cause if you say shit, then we on that it's combat
No contracts, just money and some hoes making contact
She just wanna fuck me for my contacts, my contacts
Fuck her, keep it moving, that's some real shit, damn, damn

Fuck her, keep it moving, that's some real shit, no contact
Fuck her, keep it moving, that's some real shit, no contact
Fuck her, keep it moving, that's some real shit, no contact
Pop another Xan then I kill shit, no conscience
She say she an angel and she love me, no comment
Blanco un Diablo, she an agent, his contact
Fuck her, keep it moving, that's some real shit, no contact
Pop another Xan before I kill shit, no conscience
She say she an angel and she love me, no comment
Blanco un Diablo, she an agent, his contact

It all come down to who you know
It all come down to who you know
It all come down to who you know

I can't pick up phones cause that phony shit contagious
I can't pick up phones cause that phony shit contagious
I can't pick up phones cause that phony shit contagious
I can't pick up phones cause that phony shit contagious
I can't pick up phones cause that phony shit contagious
I can't pick up phones cause that phony shit contagious
I can't pick up phones cause that phony shit contagious
I can't pick up phones...