Krisp Dog - Hotline Bling Remix lyrics

[Skit] Hey, Mr. Typeman? Yes, sir? I caught you smoking You know what that means You got to give me some of that sh**! No, f** off! Just give it! f** off, Principal Adams! Okay, Dylan! Jesus, no chill [Verse 1: Krisp Dog] I'm about to get showered and devoured By these f**ing cowards Who don't want to bow down to Their king, but they're allowed to Sorry guys, I don't mean to be foul But what the f**ing f** is sh** doing on this f**ing album My sh** makes them depressed, give them some downers It's about time these f**ers know who to give the crown to DiCaprio's who to give the Oscar to Don't f** with my new Givenchy shoes They ain't sh** compared to you And I'm about to fly Way damn high in the sky This beat makes me cry Makes me wanna buy Dusty Cactus & Spizikes Rocking them high types b**hes got No Type Like Fetty Wap, one eye Like Mike Tyson, tongue tied Ten puffs, got high This is the kind of sh** that makes us get in fights [Bridge: KevintOBrag] Knock you out, night light Migos, fight night Sex, tight night Dyslexic, night tight OCD, fight right [Instrumental] (12sec) [Verse 2: KevintOBrag] That made no nonsense All ya'll some blockheads This sh** too intense My camera ain't got no lenses Just like I ain't got no friends Sorry, to be offensive, but I don't know what you f**ing saying When you say you hate gay people Yeah, I know, I'm saying this sh** on a good beat But he don't care, he just let me slay it You know what they say, fake it til' you make it But I ain't making no children, so I guess my life is fake Just remember, I took d** before writing this verse And I didn't even rehearse to do it Don't do d**, kids Let the d** do you [Outro] Drake, cell phone SpongeBob, shell phone Mike Tyson, "thellphone" Satan, "hellphone" School, "bellphone" Girl, when I'm home alone I drop my phone, I drive 50,000 miles To come get it, come and get it Like Selena, Meek Mill's s**y on the speakers