[Chorus: Khary]
Heard ya' heard my new shit, brr, brr, new number, who this? Aye!
Heard ya' heard my new shit, brr, brr, new number, who this? Aye!
I know a whole lotta' women, brr, brr, new number who this? Aye!
I know a whole lotta' n***as, brr, brr, new number, who this? (Aye!)
This that 1-800-I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck-About-You ('Bout you)
Please get off my line, there is no one to talk to (Talk to)
I'm doin' just fine, I'll have my people call you (Call you, heheh)
Hold up, never mind, we gon’ press that dial (Woo...!)

[Verse 1: Khary]
Uh, I used to hold my tongue (Yeah), now I french-kiss bitches, and I know they sprung (Yeah)
T-Pain with the dreads and the Christian dunks (Aye), that means she borderline racist, but her head on point (Ahahahah!)
I can't help that she like n***as, Nelly and Kelly Rowland with Dilemmas ('Lemmas!)
She hit my two-way from an XL sheet (Skirt, skirt!), feeling ignorant as fuck like an XL beef (Skirt, skirt!)
Next chance, well, they better double-XL me (Better double-XL), n***a, I am twice the rapper (Aye), you can't afford the price on the wrapper (Yeah)
Came up from the middle of nowhere (Nowhere), I'm probably better off in Nebraska
You can't see me, like Cena (Aye), you won't see me, like Casper actin' all friendly and shit (Nah, fuck that)
Hilarity ensues right after, slavery’s dead, but they still hangin' n***as from rafters (Woo, woo, woo!)
Bet you'd never thought you'd see a chicken chest n***a do it like this, aye (Do it like this)
Had to cut a bitch off 'cause she said I look like Jaden Smith, aye (Jaden Smith)
Big Philly-style, cheesy Philly-style n***as servin' up the dish, aye (Servin' up the dish?)
Khary ain't sorry, on the real, I don't really give a shit! (Shit!)
Wayne Gretzky with the hat trick (Hat trick), you don't got no talent (No talent), your bitch is so ratchet
The type to say, "Salaad" (Salaad?), bitch, it's a salad (It's a salad), stop tryin’ to sound fancy (Stop it)
Admit, I get antsy (Oh!), take the food out your pantry, go ghost on 'em, Tom with the Clancy (Uh huh)
You swear you a star, like Patrick (Woo!), Square-ass-Spongebob-n***as in the ocean, with Sandy (Woo, woo)
[Chorus: Khary]
Heard ya' heard my new shit, brr, brr, new number, who this? Aye!
Heard ya' heard my new shit, brr, brr, new number, who this? Aye!
I know a whole lotta' women, brr, brr, new number who this? Aye!
I know a whole lotta' n***as, brr, brr, new number, who this? (Aye!)
This that 1-800-I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck-About-You ('Bout you)
Please get off my line, there is no one to talk to (Talk to)
I'm doin' just fine, I'll have my people call you (Call you, heheh)
Hold up, never mind, we gon’ press that dial (Woo...!)

[Verse 2: Khary]
What do you know? (Know) The kid with the nastiest flow (Flow), found himself on the grassiest knoll (Knoll)
Now I'm passing the 'Go', they still won't give me my 200 (Woo!), Leonidas' slashin' they throats (Yeah)
The real deal, I been slashing they quotes (Yeah), kill careers, then I laugh at the G.O.A.T.s (Laugh at the G.O.A.T.s)
Patrick Neal on some legend- wait for it (Wait for it), Dairy, I’m not what they used to
I get why they starin’, a (Aye) league of my own, no, they cannot compare me ([?]), a Libra
But, I brought the fires that Aries created (Fires of Aries), I got some more Tyler than Perry (Tyler than Perry)
You signed him, you gave him a deal, and it's scary (Yeah), we hop on that stage, but the reasons they bury ([?])
I thought I was the opener, how I flex on your fans, like I'm Hulk Hogan, bruh, boxin’ 'em up 'til I get the Golden Gloves
I wanna swing, I need a couple of rings for the team (Rings for the team)
I see you shopping and coppin’ Supreme, but, I want the stock option to cop the Supreme ([?] on that shit)
I took that chance, and you was (Oh!) scared to give me, picked my own cotton, I'm rockin’ my dreams (My own shit)
Creative capital, shout out to my city, revenge of the Interns, they coppin’ my tees
Amazing (Yeah) the grace, I put the peas on the plate ([?] plate), you wouldn't beat me in my place
Look at me, look at me, I am the captain now, n***a, look me in my face
Even when my figure's eight, you will not see me icy (Nah), I don't got a thing to prove to these hypebeasts (Woo!)
If Nike ain't the one that's cuttin’ the check (Aye), then I ain't checkin’ for a n***a in Nikes