Lyrics:

(Phone ringing)
(Fifty)
Aww man...who the fuck is callin?..
I dont even wanna answer this shit...Hello?

(Man on phone)
Whattup nigga its Black
remember me from way back?
we used to go to school together
man, I got your number from Heather
she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got
and if I like it Ill cop

(Fifty)
Damm nigga, you hot
you talkin like you tryin to get a nigga knocked
what time is it? man, its fuckin 4 Oclock
I shouldnt sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I aint got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
Im in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see em
pullin up slow in the BM
I popped my trunk to show him what Im workin wit,
first I showed him the Teck
I told him Niggas give these shits respect
but you dont want this, Man
these shits is known to jam
this is a little smaller here,
and a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half a block
this shit here gets my dick hard,
its a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots
if you cant kill your beef with this you need to stop
cmon, pick somethin now nigga, you know its hot

(Other Man)
Man, stop actin like that nigga, just show me what you got

(Fifty)
aight, nigga look, I got Two 380s,
one black, one chrome, and 4 glocks
they all hold 21 shots
look, I done been through all my shit nigga,
so tell me what you want

(Other Man)
(Click clack)
Its hard to choose man, I think Ill take em a