[Lyric] Often (SxaN)

(Laughter)
Kiddow :Bruh!
SxaN : Come to the phone
Kiddow : "Come to the phone"? Why ungatsi "Pick up the phone"?
SxaN : Yeh? Wh-Why...? I don't pick up the phone mine...I don't like no fucking phone calls? (Laughter) I don't pick up the phone...Let's go

(Hook)

Yeah
I see you callin
You know I won't come to the phone cause I told you I'm working
Lemme get done with my business then maybe we'll talk then
Like often
Often
I'm off till then yah yah

(Verse 1 : SxaN)

Yeah I see you callin, callin, callin, callin...callin!
Well you might as well just get to stalkin me
Walkin down this road witchu is appalling
Always talkin, talkin, talkin, talkin...fuck it I'm off it!
I don't got no shit to do witcho gossip, you better take no fuckin offence nah

I don't wanna kick it like back in the day when the love was existent and flawless (no no no)
Just spend the night in my sheets, get me tired as fuck but then you fucked up then lost it (ay!)

So how bout we renew the shit we lost? (Jokes)
Or maybe try to pay out all the costs? (No)
Just pull up with a pretty solid cause
"Fuck me till I cannot even walk don't give a shit how much it costs" (Yah Yeah!)

But you wanna make all that a mission (Aii)
You know how to get me fucking pissed YOU DOG!
I don't give a shit cause don't listen
I'll just put you in the motherfuckin pits with the dogs (Growl)

And everything that I need is all I got so don't pull on me
Don't come back if it ain t for this D
I'll make it hard for you to love me

(Hook)

I see you callin
You know I won't cometo the phone cause I told you I'm working
Lemme get done with my business then maybe we'll talk then
Like often
Often
I'm off till then yah yah
(Verse 2 : El-Kiddow)
Why you gotta keep me up
Why you keep on calling
12 AM man a nigga can't be yawnin
Couple red eyes In the light
Red dye
Irritating fucker I just hope that you can die
Shit...
I might cut a bitch her clit

See me going down
Think I'm about to hit a lick
Eeny mini miny moe that bitch about to go
Body in the shower
Hot water
Getting cold
(BLURRHH)
Damn I'm cold
Stab your fuckin body
Then I'm pissin on your soul
Funny how I murder bitches as I'm growing old

Now the truth has to be told
Body bag 2 niggas
Had to dig a 12 feet hole
Make that 3 bitch
Six six plus six
Triple six
I had to say it cause I'm chasin big billz
Chop you up to pieces
Lighting up a grill
Neighbors showing up
Uninvited
I guess we got a party
Eat your meat up
Big ribs
That's lit
I'm a beast still a king

You just keep on calling then I'll turn you to a feast
You should be scared
I'm a bad guy
I'd prolly sell my soul to that red guy
Yeah that red guy
Get me shut eye

(Hook)

I see you callin
You know I won't come to the phone cause I told you I'm working
Lemme get done with my business then maybe we'll talk then
Like often
Often
I'm off till then yah yah