WHAT’Z YA PHONE # (Freestyle) Lyrics – Wale

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
I ain’t picking up today
Pick a n!gga that can pick another day
Airplane mode for the b!tches in the way
I’m going to the moon, still I feel I need space
In and out of state in my Oregon eights
Making everybody duck unless you wanna fly, get away
All these rappers, I laugh at their gimmicks
Second they go viral they crash any minute
(??)

(??) in the back, make her ass do the dishes
I’m not the one to brag but it’s baffling to me
N!ggas talk about a bag doing bad while I pull a little stack out the batch like a raffling ticket
Can’t parlay with y’all, that’s a gambling issue
The prospect in this s*it, I’m a maverick
You in the stands (??)
I can’t fan duel with n!ggas, stop playing
Maverick
Look, I got a hand in my business
My mind (??) Jack Black couldn’t pick
I’m cashing on (??) passive aggressive
They out for the scratch (??) asking no questions
Tell me the truth (??)
Fu*k (??) your bra
Fu*k (??) s*it down
Running my race, I got pace (??) the crowd
I show speed (??)
Try to follow me, I got (??), yeah
I OD’ed if y’all really wanna stop
But I will (??) and now you (??)

[Verse 2]
I understand n!ggas tripping
Sick of these rap n!ggas is bad individuals
(??) like I been a villain

I’m sorry I can’t be (??) to n!ggas
I ain’t kissing no ass in here, that’s why we living
What you do for a bag is why the bag ain’t important
N!ggas (??) tap dance for a little bit of love on the ‘gram
Without a gram (??) stop playing
N!ggas throw stones, ignore it then hold hands
(??)
There it go, paranoia always holding me back
All of those magazines a horror story attached
(??) I read you n!ggas (??)
(??) let’s bring literacy back
I really, really on that, I’m really under attack
The industry (??) bive me pen and a pad
A bottle of Henny, I suffer anything in my path
You love ’em, send ’em back
You don’t, that’s a wrap
We never smoke (??) we passed
My artillery probably make Godzilla relapse
My shots hitting s*it different like Sean Murray (??)
I stopped caring for real, I’m ’bout to carry ’em bad
I’m not embarrassed to fail (??)
(??) not really for real but got plenty who care
Let me stop, let me act right
(??) that’s mine
Hundred thou, (??) cash, don’t count mine
If it’s all ’bout drip, s*it get swiped
I’m at the (??) something 6’5″
I’m 5’9″ but I really like a good climb
And if I (??) I be like six
I don’t like to fit in (??) tight
Let me stop, let me stop, let me (??) right
Summer time ’25, let me (??) right
I’m at the (??) something 6’5″
I’m 5’9″ but I really like a good climb
And if I (??) I be like six
I don’t gotta to fit in (??) tight

[Outro]
I ain’t picking up today, y’all gotta pick another day
Airplane mode for the b!tches in the way
Always on the moon, b!tch, you know I need space
In and out of state, Oregon eights
(??) the same
I ain’t picking up today, nah
(Number 8, number 8, number 8
Number 8, number 8, number 8)