Check the frequency

[Verse 1: AOL]
Check the frequency
Ever since Crash came up, it seems it’s all these bitches wanna sleep with me
I got my team with me
Listen, get the fuck up out my kitchen if you feel the heat, pussy boy
I’m bout to take you to the kill house
Do you like the mob, cut you up til your guts fuckin spill out
Put it this way: i’m Bart and you’re Milhouse
Lil shorty tryna suck it through the phone i’m like chill out bitch
I’ll be there in 5

[Verse 2: AOL]
What you doin in the club on a tuesday?
Hanging with some gay dudes, jukebox, shoegaze
Drinkin with some twinks, they think i’m different like 2 chainz
On the stoop, makin mad money in some new ways
A real mean dyke, make bitches scream type
5’4” cutie on my phone cause she need pipe
I don’t play games on the net, this is real life
Catch me smoking dope, all alone bumpin steve reich

[Verse 3: AOL]
Yo
So who the fuck you think you talkin to?
Pull up get to chalkin' dudes
Chat shit, if you got teeth i’mma knock em loose
Might get CB on the knucks, that’s the hardest crew
Catch me at your local block party or your barbecue
You’re now tuned into channel 25
Crash on your fuckin' tube, smokin' zoots with doin fine
Wanna step to me? Baby that’s a fuckin' suicide
I don’t make plans, baby, like fuck it we do it live
Motherfucker