On Call

[Intro: Hitman]
Yeah... 2 a.m., my nigga; too early for that bullshit...fuck

[Verse 1: Hitman]
Flow creative, you're not adjacent
Yo' shit ain't bangin', my nigga face it
Try and compare to me, boy I'll leave you face-less
You can't be irregular when yo' shit is basic
Find a replacement, never been the case since I've been chasin'
After my thoughts like my intellect and mind are racin'
Audi 5,000, bitch I'm kinda crazy, someone cage me
I broke a couple hearts, I'll never ask you why you hate me

[Hook: Jet 2]
Fuck it, let's take it there like here
With the letter "T" in the front
Don't front, cause you most likely would end up gettin' crossed
With two left feet when you're dancin' with the stars
They couldn't catch the beat when they found me on Mars
Puttin' in work like they got me on call (repeat 2x)
They don't want war when the package too raw (mutha fucka whussup)

[Verse 2: Hitman]
Look... Jet on the production, boy yo' shit ain't nothin'
Yo' chick been on my dick, we might as well be fuckin'
I know if you just like her, couldn't wife her end discussion
It's crazy how you background niggas always frontin'
I'm in a crew where my views are perfectly angled
So you perfectly strangled, ride out like fuckin' Durangos
Fast like Usain Bolt, or Yohan Blake, yo nigga's a mango
I touch it right, it look like she doin' the tango, yeah

[Hook: Jet 2]

[Verse 3: Hitman]
I got a issue competin' with niggas soft as tissue
My brodie told me to never sweat it when niggas diss you
Probably just jealous of yo' position, ain't had to listen
To all irrelevance even if it's a longer mission
[Jet 2]
Hitman, tell 'em it's all commitment in our defenses
They all defenseless, we wash the dishes and Palmolive 'em
Easy greasy like oil, we boil y'all good riddens
Umm, clean plates, no longer a hard decision
[Hitman]
Man you so right, like good cooch, I'm so tight
On the mic we spazz overnight 'til that shit pass
Then go rock a show, all cash
Break bread with my peeps
And I always keep it one hundred so I never have to sneak, ooh

[Bridge]
And if she tell me that the head right
I'll be there everyday, every night (repeat 2x)

[Hook: Jet 2]

[Verse 4: Jet 2]
Black boy, eff the tabloids
With large space bars, you could play an asteroid
When I see you in the crowd, make mad noise
We fill her out like an app, not an android
Ever played handball with an anvil
And missed the handball and hit the damn anvil
Then you wondered what you would be doin' if you didn't play?
Fuckin' wit' Wrekless wrong, that's how that feels
Runnin' the globe at a standstill like a treadmill
Crashin' with money is like NFL how we ram-bills
In the air with the wings of a buffalo, I still land still
Murderin' verses proves a sweetheart can kill
Shit, I'm better than what you seen like a cam reel
Filmin' me and Suzie as I show her the damn dill
Pickle as I tickle her inner-cell with no sickle
I'm cold as an icicle I sickle well
Enough for hell to sizzle over as she rides like a bicycle
With a little more balance, a tricycle
But as fast as Tyson goes
In the hundred to keep it one hundred like four quarters
I'm boucin' in them walls and all four corners
I'm feelin' like

[Hook: Jet 2]