[Intro]
Hello sir, what is your number?
And under whose name is this telephone listed?
At the tone daylight time will be 2:56 and 50 seconds

[Verse 1]
All you doubtin' me, what the fuck can you not see?
Freddie comin’ out the kut and now you dead I guess that's luck
You better back the fuck up, 'bout to get some fuckin buck
Shootin’ bitches with the clip, aimin' at yo fuckin' shit
It's a motherfuckin' spree, try to run you cannot leave
Bullets fly, only thought that you are dead
Open fire simple gate to the easy access fame
Everyone will know my name, playin' all these fuckin' games
Aimin' down the fuckin’ sight, hear the sound and see the light
People hidin’, so I might, creep up on 'em late at night
Barrel in yo fuckin’ face, take yo time it ain't no race
All the power that I own, love to hear you scream and moan
You better dial my tone if you Need-a-Hit, bitch or I will never notice it
Got a backpack on, better leave your phone
No trace bastard, I'mma keep you home

[Chorus]
You better dial my tone-Better dial my tone-Better dial my tone
If you Need-a-Hit
Hit, hit, hit
Bitch or I will never notice it
You better dial my tone-Better dial my tone-Better dial my tone
If you Need-a-Hit
Hit, hit, hit
Bitch or I will never notice it
You better dial my tone-Better dial my tone-Better dial my tone
If you Need-a-Hit
Hit, hit, hit
Bitch or I will never notice it