Favian - Who Dis? (Freestyle) [feat. Trapanese Roxstar] Lyrics

I guess I gotta rap on this beat like I'm a rapper
I'm not a real rapper cause I got no hoes to f*ck after
But I did describe bitches with a gardening tool
And I did label a girl as a female dog too
You can call me that
Hello? Can I call you back?
I'm in the middle of something, don't you hear the track?
I know this shit fire dawg I'm running out of bars
8 bars in and I'm running out of fuel in this car
Whoa, this a freestyle, let's have fun for awhile
I just keep on - Hello?
Yea, um, no, no, I don't want prostitutes
Yea, uh, thanks, bye
I'm just minding my own business and this guy keeps on calling
I swear if he calls again - WHAT THE FUCK
Hello? No, I don't want f*cking prostitutes
How many times do I have to f*cking tell you
Leave me the f*ck alone

Ayo, who the f*ck is this calling me now
You better end the call before you get knocked the f*ck out
Imma hit you with that two piece dollar combo
You some clown ass looking ass like Ronald McDonald
I said who the f*ck is this calling me now
You better end the call before you get knocked the f*ck out
Why you starting all this bullshit for no reason
I will find your ass and kill you like Liam Neeson

Yo, what's up?
Yo Sean, this guy keeps on calling me non-stop
I'm just trying to record a freestyle, but he's just bothering me O.D, man
What's he saying?
He's asking me if I want prostitutes, like, what kinda bullshit is that?
I know I don't get girls but I'm not that desperate
Aight, let me talk to him
Wait, for real? I would really appreciate that
Yea, I gotchu

Why the f*ck you keep on blowing up my homie phone tho
Finna put a hole up in your chest just like the Ozone
Asking me if I want hookers but I got my own hoes
Asking my bout real estate you know this ain't my home tho
Asking me bout loans but bitch you know I got my own dough (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said, asking me bout loans but bitch you know I got my own dough (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you mad? Get the f*ck off his phone
We just tryna freestyle, have some fun off the dome
Now you killing our vibe, now we ain't in the zone
So hang the f*cking phone up or I'll turn you to stone
Hang the f*cking phone up 'fore I make you sit down
Keep talking shit and I'll make you a clown
Can't you tell I'm f*cking busy? I got shit to to do bitch
Call me one more time Imma make you miserable bitch

Ayo, who the f*ck is this calling me now
You better end the call before you get knocked the f*ck out
Imma hit you with that two piece dollar combo
You some clown ass looking ass like Ronald McDonald
I said who the f*ck is this calling me now
You better end the call before you get knocked the f*ck out
Why you starting all this bullshit for no reason
I will find your ass and kill you like Liam Neeson

Ugh, I'm just trying to f*cking make music
And then, f*ck, dude
I can't even record in peace, I can't even make music in peace
What the f*ck