Indecisive ISO Indies

[Intro: ConchezYout, Dillmatic]
ISO
Indies
Did you know?
Go(?), you know, bro, you ain’t even put me on somethin’
Yo, I ain’t even [?]
Fuck it, let’s talk about it in the whip, come and just jump in the whip, let’s get it
Ight, we out, skrt!

[Verse 1: Dillmatic]
This that down to your last penny, pinchin’ out the stash box
Realest nigga on your team be the mascot
Used to go to camp by Tapscott, crusin’ in the hotbox
I’m doped up, you blowin’ my celly up, got me fed up

[Verse 2: ConchezYout]
Crusin’ in the hotrod (That hotrod)
And we ‘bout to hotbox
And the cops just ride by (Woop-woop)
Blowin’ on a nine five

[Verse 3: ConchezYout]
Listenin’ to HOT 9 7
This that nine seven flow, die and go to heaven flow
Time been movin’ real slow, caught up in my own zone
Phone been on dial tone, damn, that was a good show
Tryna find my way home, smokin’ on that loud (Loud)
Eatin’ halal, she call me, “Hello” ('Lal, ‘ello?)
She talkin’ pillow, bitch, leave me alone
So I hang up the phone ‘cause a nigga kinda stoned
Just caught a epiphany, a bitch named Tiffany
Sayin’ that she missin’ me, all over me and kissin’ me
So I’m like, “Listen, please, you used to be dissin’ me (Yeah)
You left me high and dry, thought our love was a mystery”