Ian Kerbow - No Caller ID (feat. LMYC) Lyrics

Pop out the cuff like watches
Two arms look straight so clock this
I'm a blinking red light be cautious
When I lower my arm like stop this
Who are you little man can you top this
Gotta be this tall so watch this
Gotta get him some air he nauseous
Imma get you that beef we gon chop this
Who gonna stop shit hoe

I don't say what I be
I just say what I see
Only talk when I leave
Entertaining my peace
Go and say what you want then
I don't care what you bleed
You gon know what I mean
Got no caller ID
Mister Know It I see
Just remember your dreams when you want this

You can ride shotgun if you want
Just don't trip if you feel a little bump
Please move something bitch we bout to huddle up
We got 38, 45, 50, so we up
I'm aware imma menace, so we fade for the blunt
Imma chief no native got payed for the blood
Got me dancing like a lobster wait on the flood
Always sitting with a rat face rodent looking ahh
Call a blitz like this, cause I'll never ever love em
They be tweaking a junkie, tripping off of something
Where the dope man lives, now they gotta get it from him
They be sleeping with a needle, never keep it subtle
Imma kick in the door, like this army in the shuttle
Bitch it's LM and it's E, shit we bout to cause a huddle
Got three keys, a two pipes, it look like a bundle
If I start this shit, it gon look like a jungle you hoe

I don't say what I be
I just say what I see
Only talk when I leave
Entertaining my peace
Go and say what you want then
I don't care what you bleed
You gon know what I mean
Got no caller ID
Mister Know It I see
Just remember your dreams when you want this

But I can't remember my dreams, remember my face was I not at the scene
Trust none that you hear, only half what you see, but according to three I was not even seen
No Discrepancies
Affirm my prestige, all seen in my regime
Attested by tongue, you just not in our league
We Aim for your heart, give f*ck bout a sleeve
It's holocaustal, best remain cautious
Come across, my speech contain toxins
Your debacles often sawn in a coffin
Not rehearsed, it's just that I do this often
Aww that lil bump got you car sick
Got not tolerance for our raw shit
Saw the suspect running, with the violence
Depiction him match the same of ya eyelids, Pussy

I don't say what I be
I just say what I see
Only talk when I leave
Entertaining my peace
Go and say what you want then
I don't care what you bleed
You gon know what I mean
Got no caller ID
Mister Know It I see
Just remember your dreams when you want this